Two
On his way back to the death star, with his new part, Vader took out the journal. He stared at it blankly, trying to remember what it was like being Anakin Skywalker again. What it was like to be human, and not a machine. He looked away from it, not wanting to open it. But he couldn't help but know what she wad writing about.
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I'm wanted dead. What could I have done to people to make them want me killed. My life was almost taken when I landed on Corascaunt for a senate meeting. My ship blown to pieces. One of colleagues killed, acting as my decoy. I feel horrible. I want to know who is trying to kill me.
Continued.
Meeting Jedi in the Chancellor's office was a short sign of relief. Chancellor Palpatine insisted on putting me under the protection of the Jedi, but I feel like it's not necessary. I waited in my estate when Master Obi-Wan walked into the room. Jar Jar greeted him loudly. I greeted him also, then I saw him again. After ten years, he is standing right in front of me. He had gotten so handsome and so tall. I remembered a little boy with long shaggy blond hair. Then I see this, grown up Anakin. My heart was racing, but I couldn't blow my cover, or get him in trouble. But he seems to do that on his own. I got up and left knowing that I had a bad feeling about it all.
Vader shut it again. "I was wrong about… everything. She did feel something. She was happy to see me. Or Anakin anyway," Vader sat the book down and sat in deep thought, until someone needed him. His mask allowed him to breath loudly and heavily. The breathing quickened and it got louder. The mechanical man was crying underneath his mask. "I was wrong about everything!" He threw the book across his quarters, but not hard enough to damage it. He realized what he did and recovered it through the force. "I'm so sorry," Vader put the book ti his metal chest and sobbed.