I think she's waiting for me. No, she's waiting for … someone else. Not me. Never me. I'm… I'm not him. I'm not Anakin Skywalker. I'm someone else. Someone that she doesn't need doesn't love. Someone she hates. Was it supposed to be my fault? No. it wasn't my fault. It was fate; call it destiny if you will. I couldn't have stopped it. Not I. Anakin maybe. But not I. It was the Force. The Force could have made him a Jedi Master, but it decided to make me. Strange isn't it? The Force could have easily picked anyone else. I know now that Anakin wasn't the only one that felt the way he did; the arrogance, the pride, the ambition. The will to live. I didn't have to be made, but I am. I can't help it. I can't. they make me angry the way they talk to me as if I was him, as I was Anakin and as if it was my fault, as if it was my choosing! It angers me so. That's when I want to destroy them, to kill them all one by one. To show them that it wasn't my fault, that they were wrong, that I didn't have a hand in it!

She's waiting for him.

It doesn't matter to me. After all, I'm not Anakin Skywalker. I'm Darth Vader.