From deep within his memories a laugh wanted to bubble out, a laugh that remembered much happier times when the thought of a smiling angel and a near birth was all that he needed to survive the day. Of course, he didn't allow himself to show such mirth. Anakin Skywalker was long dead and buried with his wife in be beautiful lands of Naboo.
Vader nodded solemn. His fingers though, began to tap a frenzied staccato on his leg.