The men found it curious, but knew better than to say anything. Besides, they too could see the fear and curiosity on the young boy's face. They entered a lift and Luke watched as Lord Vader pushed a button and felt the elevator shot upwards.
"Where are we going, Lord Vader?"
"To your new quarters; you must continue to rest. We have much to discuss."
Lord Vader felt Luke's anxiety peak and the boy started to shake. As soon as the doors opened, Luke broke free of Lord Vader's grip and ran into the nearest closet.
"Young one, please come out, I do not wish to have a talk with a closet."
Luke felt a strange pull and the more he struggled the more powerful it became, "You never need to fear me, young one." Luke wanted to believe him; he could feel the truth in the man's words. Luke exited the closet hanging his head accepting his fate.
Lord Vader sat in his favorite chair and pulled the ottoman closer so Luke could sit as well.
"Please take a seat, young one."
Luke sat while hugging his knees staring at Lord Vader's belt buckle. Lord Vader gently lifted the young boy's head. "You have many questions; I don't want you to ever feel the need to hide from me."
"Do you know my father?" Luke asked, fearful of the reaction he was certain he was going to receive, an instant backhand. Luke cowered further into the seat, when Lord Vader folded his hands in his lap. Darth Vader noticed the immediate withdrawal and how tightly curled Luke himself, hugging his shaking legs for comfort.
"Yes."
"Are you friends? Is that why you came for me?"
"Luke, what do you know of your father?"
Luke didn't expect this question, while he loved his father and the tales that Aunt Beru would tell him, he furrowed his eyebrows together, confused that the Dark Lord would want him to talk about his father, Anakin Skywalker.
"He was a great Jedi Warrior; he had many friends and even married and had me. Aunt Beru said that he would be proud of me and that he would love me. I used to pretend that I was a Jedi." Luke quietly admitted feeling a burden lifted as he felt the freedom of being able to talk about his father to another beside his beloved Aunt Beru.
Lord Vader sighed his son was not ready for the truth, it would take time for the young boy to get used to a routine before Lord Vader could tell him, he wanted the young boy to get used to him first. Even though right now Luke was talking and seemed content. Lord Vader still sensed a great deal of fear.
"You are tired, young one." Lord Vader noted as Luke yawned trying so hard to cover his feelings. Luke escorted to the next room where he saw a large dark red mahogany bed, dresser, and desk. The bed linen was black and red with large feather pillows.
"This is too good for me, milord. I'm undeserving."
"Who would tell you such a thing, young one, you are far from being undeserving."
"Uncle Owen said that I was spoiled and that I needed discipline." Luke muttered as tears dropped from his blue eyes as he looked upon his boots. Lord Vader removed a black silk handkerchief and dabbed Luke's eyes.
"I want you to rest. It will take you sometime to get used to a routine."
"Lord Vader, do you know where my Aunt Beru is? She must be worried sick about me."
The question that Lord Vader had been dreading had finally reared its ugly head.
Lord Vader sat Luke on the bed and sat beside him.
"I do not know how to break this gently, young one. Your Uncle Owen had found out that she contacted Ben Kenobi and I overheard their arguing, in a fit of rage, Owen shot and killed your Aunt."
"No! You're lying! Aunt Beru loved me, she always loved me." Luke grabbed a pillow and flung it across the room. Luke fell to his knees and cried as he felt a gentle hands pull him from the floor and sat on the bed.
"You must calm down, young one." Lord Vader felt the dark rage and the pure hatred, reminiscent of the day that Anakin found his mother bound and tortured at the hands of the Tusken Raiders. Luke eyes turned a darker blue almost black when he screamed, "I hate you Uncle Owen! You are a bastard!" Luke, now exhausted from his outburst, cried. Luke grabbed a hold of the Dark Lord and refused to let go as he continued to cry. Lord Vader had very little experience of comforting children, most of the time he either ignored them or disciplined them when he came across the unruly ones during his missions. Lord Vader just sat there trying to soothe the young boy's pain; he continued to rub his back. Luke fell asleep and Lord Vader tucked him into bed.
