"Vader wasn't whiny. That was Luke, always with the I can'ts and I'm nots. Yoda should have decked him back on Degoba." Something clicked in his head, a memory that seemed so long ago, the vague image of posters with a kid and a dark shadow, a movie he never got around to seeing because the town where they'd lived with Charlie was too small for a theatre of it's own and they didn't make the drive to the city if they could help it. By the time they skipped forward to the time of DVDs, he had other things on his mind. "Oh, you mean that new one, don't you? The prequel or whatever it was supposed to be? But, wasn't he supposed be like six in that one? He's a kid. They whine. Then he grew up into Vader, who didn't whine."
Swallowing his sigh before it could happen, John nodded. "Yeah, you told me about it."
"Considering the amount of training we do, I'm hardly going to end up fat from one junk food binge," he said with a chuckle. Still he just shook his head. He just wasn't built for the sort of lifestyle Brian suggested. It had taken him a while to really let Riley in as much as he had and look how that had ended. The mission was always going to come first and John just wasn't into using people for his own pleasure when he knew there was no future in any of it. "Your ego is much more resilient than the rejections of one weird kid can crack. So, what's this about your death day?"
"Mischief? I know we don't share a definition for that one. Man, for me, skipping out on Cameron for an afternoon spent taking Riley to the vintage shops on the boardwalk and watching her try on clothes is mischief." And that day had ended up in death and loss.