Even though he knows what Palpatine was doing - had known even then really, some of what Palpatine had been doing - with the touches to his cheek, the arm around his shoulders, the hand on his shoulder blade, the quiet, soft whispers in his ear. The privileges and attention, the praise and words of care and love.

Vader knew it. Oh too well he knew it. His 'saving grace' had been not the Jedi (that was laughable), not even Obi-Wan (although he suspected Obi-Wan would engage in self-flagellation if he knew the truth, helping none), no it had been Shmi Skywalker. And somehow, his grandson hadn't even what a slave-boy had had.

"He likes that tactic. To slip in when you are alone and shower attention and affection on you, to pull you in closer until you don't realize the trap." Vader reached over and took Kylo's face in his hand, with understanding but firm nonetheless. "You didn't deserve that. She doesn't. Protect her from him. Give her what I couldn't give you."