He's still here.
No he's gone. He's a monster now.
You're wrong my husband is still in there.
Then why doesn't he come out? It's been five years.
I…I don't now, but he's there.
He killed your children and almost killed you.
Shut up! Don't talk about my Ani like that.
Your Ani is gone. Face it you lost him a long time ago.
No, no you're wrong. You're wrong.
"Padme, Padme, wake up." Vader said.
"Huh, what happened?" Padme asked as she shot up off the couch. Her eyes darted around their apartment, but she couldn't remember what happened. She remembered sitting on the couch reading. I blacked out again. She thought. That voice, it's getting louder with each black out. It's getting meaner and more persuasive.
"What voice?" Vader asked coldly.
"Nothing, just a dream," Padme assured him. "You hungry?"
"Yes," Vader whispered. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. He always whispered when he answered her, as if he was afraid of the emperor hearing him.
She got up off the couch and headed over to the kitchen, but was stopped by a black gloved hand. She turned and expected him to scold or chastise her for something. He wrapped his arms around her in a stiff hug. She leaned into his chest and looked back into the past and pictured Anakin Skywalker hugging her, before the armor, before he turned to the dark side, before he 'died' and Darth Vader took his place. He released her just as fast as he took hold of her. She stared at that black mask praying for something to prove Anakin was under there, but found none. She turned into the kitchen, perplexed by his action. He followed and hit a button on the wall to pressurize the room so he could breath without his helmet on. She stopped moving and gave herself a few moments for her body to get used to the pure oxygen atmosphere. He removed his mask and took in a few ragged breaths.
At least he looks half human.Padme thought. She turned and gazed at the remained of her love, ghost white skin, blood red eyes, and almost no hair, but what little he had was chocolate brown.
Blackness invaded the corner of her vision and that cackling shoved its way into the back of her mind, steadily growing louder. She gripped onto a nearby counter as her vision blurred.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked trying to keep a straight face. Vader didn't answer, but gave her an odd look. Something was wrong with her, but she refused to say anything. Vader may have been classified as an emotionless killing machine to others, but his black heart cracked when he looked onto Padme's face. It took Lord Vader a few seconds to register that his wife had passed out cold. He knelt over her and used the force to check her breathing and pulse, both normal. Then she started screaming and he panicked.