It is good that he is so light. Vader's strength is not anywhere near his peak, the limbs seeming heavier somehow, no doubt a malfunction he would need to adjust when he had privacy. At Crane's nod, he turns and begins walking towards the light, slowly. Is it to hide his sluggish limbs, or is it to accommodate Crane? Perhaps both.

A slow, mechanical breath is Crane's only reply for several moments. Small talk is not one of his skills, and truth be told he dislikes that the stranger has seemingly reasoned out the purpose of his armor.

"A pity indeed," is the answer. "Yet, you persevere."

A compliment, mostly. Still, he continues, his curiosity piqued and his need for information overriding reservations. Was this connected to the strange visions of the end of the Galaxy? Or was it a foolish kidnapping attempt?

"Did you dream of the Light and the Dark as well?"