Darth Vader had been expecting resistance, so it came as no surprise to him when the boy tried to run. He restrained him easily with the aid of the Force.
They were making their way back to Vader's shuttle, and leave the planet. Galen clearly had different ideas, but even someone as young as him could tell it was pointless to struggle against the tall, cloaked figure, even if he had killed his father just moments ago. And then he'd saved him—but why?
"Where are we going?" He finally asked.
"We are leaving this planet. War will be here soon."
They walked in silence for a few moments, but not for long when there was a curious child bursting with questions but afraid to ask them.
"Why? Why did you... why did you do it? Why aren't you killing me too?" he asked, his voice too bitter for a ten year old, too innocent to be asking such questions.
"Your father was a Jedi. Surely you knew that they are traitors and enemies of the Empire." Vader replied, avoiding the second question. The boy didn't need to know about his true purposes yet. That would be revealed in due time.
"You killed him." They had reached the shuttle, and were getting on board now, ready to leave. "I hate you," he choked out, tears finally starting to fall.
"Many people do," the Sith replied, almost monotonously. Galen could not see his face. He seemed completely passive about the accusation.
Vader knew that it would take a while until he convinced the boy that his father and the Jedi were bad, and the Empire good—except the Emperor, of course. Soon, when the boy realizes his own power... Vader would have to make sure that he is not the target for his Dark Side fueling hatred.
