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"Lord Vader."
"Please," his deep rumbling voice belying his gentle words. "Have a seat."
Feeling ill at ease in her own residence, Mara Jade sat at her dining table. To her surprise, Vader took a seat across from here. Together, they sat in silence for a few moments. Then Vader made the first move.
"You married my son."
Uncertain of whether this was a question or a statement, Mara said nothing but merely nodded.
"What happened?"
This question, seemingly vague, was nevertheless unambiguous. Mara felt sweat start to moisture her hands as she tightly wrung them together, folded in her lap.
"We were captured, he was dying, and I - I -"
Her voice broke as the memory of that long day surfaced. To her surprise, Vader volunteered, "You saved him."
Mutely she nodded. Then she cast her eyes downwards, covering her head in her hands.
Vader stood up and walking around the table, he placed his gloved hand on her shoulder.
"You did the right thing."
She heard the apartment door hiss shut as he walked out, leaving her alone with her memories and her shame.