He looked out toward the silent water of a to him nameless lake. As was his habit, he began to use the view as a calming technique for his always moving sense in the force.
His old master had to be so... devastated over the fact that in his more than fourty years of live, both as a Jedi knight and a Sith lord, he still hadn't found the patience to meditate in the proper way. Thus he was a bit surprized, though he would never admit such a thing, when the woman asked for his name.
"I am called Vader," was carried through the air by the rhythm of his respirator. Then, as if to demand of her the same thing, he looked at her again.
She is like my angel, he thought. The only problem was that he could not determine what it was that reminded him of his dead wife.