Vader had been walking through the ship almost aimlessly, having no purpose was something new to the man, and something he didn't like very much at all. It was hard to fathom, to understand, something he hadn't felt since he was a boy on Tatooine. As he'd walked though, he'd felt a presence in the Force. An unfamiliar one, but one that found balance in the light, but was shrouded in the darkness. He assumed it was Lomea, Darth Imperius, the woman who claimed to be a master of both sides of the Force.
He knew he should choose to stay away, even getting near any touch of the Dark Side again was liable to draw him deep into the shadows, but the woman brought curiosity. She would have great power, great understanding of the Sith, of the Jedi, in a time long before Anakin, and Palpatine, and Obi Wan came into the fold.
Slipping into the observation lounge, he let the door slide shut behind him, standing rather solemnly in the darkness as he breathed, watching the woman, the audible, haunting breaths of his mask filling the air.
He recognized the look, it's how he felt.
"A stark contrast to the Universe we come from, isn't it? I don't know the last time silence and thought were allowed over planning and war."