Escape
He often wondered why it was this way. He devoted long hours to the question "why?" Was it just fate that he be treated as a slave? Why was it always him? To lose all the loved ones in his life. From his mother, to his father-brother and above all his wife.
He was different. He did not lust after power, though he once did. He did not have greed, for all that he wanted was unattainable. Envy did not have a hold of him, he knew now the price. Pride was his downfall and now he debased himself. What did he have in common with the Sith of yesteryear? For that matter, apart from the Dark Side of the Force coursing through his veins; what did he have in common with his master? What drove him was different from what drove his master. Anguish, pain and suffering ruled hislife.
His failures tormented him at every turn. There was no escape from it. From the terrible dagger shape of the Star Destroyer's, to the regulated hiss of his respirator that mocked him. Within dark Vjun to the spider web of Imperial Centre. The monument to all his sins lay in two words: Galactic Empire. Darth Sidious' pinnacle and Lord Vader's hell.
But with a long forgotten name, rising again from the farthest reaches of the galaxy brought a pinprick or smaller to him, a lone star in empty space, of hope. He should not, he must not. He had faith. His son brought something different. Something altogether more powerful. What had once been his real strength. His son brought love. And escape.