Dance Me to the End of Love

they boy beheld. It intensified, momentarily, Vader's own sense of anguish—to his crimes, now,he added guilt at the imagined repugnance of his appearance. But then this broughthim to mind of the way he used to look—striking, and grand, with a wry tilt to hisbrow that hinted of invincibility and took in all of life with a wink. Yes, that washow he'd looked once. And this memory brought a wave of other memories with it. Memories ofbrotherhood, and home. His dear wife. The freedom of deep space. Obi-wan.Obi-wan, his friend…and how that friendship had turned. Turned, he knew nothow—but got injected, nonetheless, with some uncaring virulence that festered,until…hold. These were memories he wanted none of, not now. Memories ofmolten lava, crawling up his back…no. This boy had pulled him from that pit—here, now, with this act. This boy wasgood.