The silence after Luke’s screams was painfully more deafening. His son clung to the thin metal post. His remaining hand clinging to the pole, his balance wavering over the edge. It made Vader weary- well, even more so. If Luke fell, the dark lord wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to catch the Jedi-in-training.
For a moment, Luke glanced downward- his fate clear with only one choice.
“It is the only way,” Vader murmured- trying to make his vocoder as sympathetic as possible. Luke looked back up- his eyes holding so much pain- so much betrayal.
Vader knew the boy’s eyes were blue, just like Anakin Skywalker’s.
What Darth Vader did not realize at that moment was truly how much Luke was like Anakin in terms of what he did when backed into a corner.
Luke smiled for just a moment, looking utterly serene as he let go of the post and into the heart of Cloud City.
It- it didn’t make sense. Not to the man who had regulated his life to logical thinking and military practices for the last two decades.
Why would Luke choose his apparent death over power? Over having a relationship with his father? What was he missing?
Had he been so manipulated by Obi-wan that Luke thought he should die instead?
If so, Vader wished he could bring back Obi-wan only to kill him again. Vader knew what he felt was true- that as afraid as Luke was, he did want a relationship with his father.
Heading back to his Star Destroyer, Vader stretched out his presence- looking for the blinding light of his son’s force signature.
He was there, he was alive under the city!
And he belonged to Vader.