Compassion... It's a weakness I abandoned the day I became Darth Vader. For five long years, I've shown no mercy, no hesitation. Behind the mask, whatever scraps of humanity remained, I buried them deep. No one would ever see what I truly was... or what I had lost.

When I was named Vader, when I destroyed Obi-Wan Kenobi and tore down Palpatine to seize the galaxy for myself, I became its ruler. They treated me like a king, and I let them. But the Rebels, the traitors, they rose against me. And I vowed to crush them all. Every last one. That is how I found you, my apprentice.

You were just another face on Tatooine... or so I thought. But the Force burns bright within you, raw, untamed. I saw it. I wanted it. I needed it. I brought you with me, molded you, forged your strength through the dark side. You obeyed without question. You became powerful, relentless. Exactly what I demanded.

But somewhere... somehow... it changed. I noticed you. Not just your strength. Your spirit. Your fire. You defied the darkness just by standing there, and against every instinct I had left... You made me feel again. You were a spark in a place I swore was dead.

At first, I hated it. I hated you for it. I should have crushed that weakness. Snuffed it out. But I didn't. I couldn't. The tension between us grew. Unspoken. Unstoppable. You were unexpected, unpredictable. And somehow, I craved it. Craved you.

I fought it. I fought you. But love... love is more dangerous than any enemy. And now, standing here, I know the truth I can no longer deny: I want you. More than power. More than vengeance. More than anything I've ever known.

I was going to have you be mine, even if I had to destroy the whole damn galaxy in order to prove my life for you.