[Oh Amos, if only you knew. He doesn't do things for the betterment of other people.
Vader's shoulders square and he looks down at Amos, the shadows cast by the stars shifting on his mask and casting it in a much more sinister light. His voice grows colder, the mechanical quality to it unchanging, but the tone full of dismissive frost.]
Your zeal is noted, Amos.
[He doesn't know about the Kenoma, he can't, but he does know that this man is little better than a lapdog. He's heard this kind of talk before, of course. From lesser Sith, from the Nightsisters, even from Crimson Dawn. No one has had the gall to direct it at him, but to his soldiers...his followers]
We will indeed see. But I believe we have little else to discuss. I have no time for cultists and lackeys. Even in a dream.
[And because it's the most dramatic possible thing he can do, Vader turns and walks into the light.]
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Vader's shoulders square and he looks down at Amos, the shadows cast by the stars shifting on his mask and casting it in a much more sinister light. His voice grows colder, the mechanical quality to it unchanging, but the tone full of dismissive frost.]
Your zeal is noted, Amos.
[He doesn't know about the Kenoma, he can't, but he does know that this man is little better than a lapdog. He's heard this kind of talk before, of course. From lesser Sith, from the Nightsisters, even from Crimson Dawn. No one has had the gall to direct it at him, but to his soldiers...his followers]
We will indeed see. But I believe we have little else to discuss. I have no time for cultists and lackeys. Even in a dream.
[And because it's the most dramatic possible thing he can do, Vader turns and walks into the light.]