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Brooklyn Wars

wanted to be a better adversary to the evil i have done…

Father and son see each other for the first - and last - time.

“Luke was afraid. Afraid to see his father as he really was. Afraid to see what person could have become so dark - the same person who’d fathered Luke, and Leia. Afraid to know the Anakin Skywalker who lived inside Darth Vader.

Vader, too, was afraid - to let his son see him, to remove this armored mask that had been between them so long. […]

And this memory brought a wave of other memories with it. Memories of brotherhood, 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 not how - but got injected, nonetheless, with some uncaring virulence that festered, until … hold. These were memories he wanted none of, not now. Memories of molten lava, crawling up his back … no.

This boy had pulled him from that pit - here, now, with this act. This boy was good.

The boy was good, and the boy had come from him - so there must have been good in him, too. He smiled up again at his son, and for the first time, loved him.” (Return of the Jedi novelization)