And? He wants to bark. It's the Dark Side clawing at him, dragging him into it, downing him. Vader doesn't want to bark at Tech. Doesn't want to - and won't - demand he put himself at risk for Vader's spoils. Even if he wants to growl over it being out of his hands.

It's the Dark Side, and it's familiar. Soaking him, bathing him, carrying him. Comforting in its own way and jealous because he's not pulled so deeply on the Dark in a while. And the battle isn't over, and he needs it because of his injuries, but he doesn't need to pull so deeply he lashes out at Tech.

"I do." Finally, he pushed himself up to his feet, but he was weaving back and forth a bit and reached out to grasp Tech's shoulder to steady himself. "Were you injured?"