"I sense they are. I am more so." Vader was quiet for a moment, staring into the cup he carried. "My mother didn't leave me in a desert Rey. I left her. There's never been a time I haven't regretted that. It wasn't easy. I cannot imagine what it cost her to send me away. I know it broke her heart. I could sense it. I can sense your jealousy. I won't pretend you have missed anything by being hidden away from him. It is was I would have preferred - keep my children away, until they were strong enough, trained enough to fight him, with me." It's not what happened, it was not what he would have done - he couldn't have, without Padmé, he wouldn't have had the strength.

"This would be easier for you if Padmé were still here I feel." She was better at this, at the messy, sticky parts of things. She'd been with Ahsoka as well. "Her family, they took me in, immediately. It didn't matter where I was from, or that I had a last name with bespoke me less than gutter trash, especially to nobility like them." He didn't idolize them as he did her - they were nobility, she was a goddess. But he did recognize the good in them. But thinking on them pulled Sabé to his mind. "Yané or Saché as well. Although they may be willing to fight through anyone - my grandson included," and by extension, him "to add you to their household of children and grandchildren. You should look for them on Naboo."