She flinches inwardly at the name, as though speaking it aloud would summon him here. As though it would seal her fate more firmly the more times it was said. But her answer, when it comes, is firm and unwavering.

"No. I'll never claim him. My parents were my family for six years of my life and I know they loved me for at least that long. I would've known if they were like him."

She wouldn't have waited for the next thirteen in the same place they'd left her if they'd been like him. Not if he was as Vader had described him. Not if they were anything like the dark voice that tried to tempt her toward a throne she'd never choose willingly.