[Of all the ways she might have imagined Lord Vader, none of them looked at all like this, spoke like this. Maketh had imagined he'd be something like the Grand Inquisitor - smiling and empty inside, a weapon who had been assigned a name and given up everything else. Maketh watches him for a moment, not sure what to say.]
She...would have liked to hear that.
[Both her parents are long dead. Maketh is the only one left.]
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She...would have liked to hear that.
[Both her parents are long dead. Maketh is the only one left.]
Sir...I would ask you a question.