There are exactly five dudes living in Vader's mental state.
One is a guy always drown himself in Nihilism, which is techinquely a reflection of Vader himself, and he is the least annoying of them all.
The other four consists of a workhead, a Puritan-- in his case, it's Anakin Skywalker, the worst Jedi of all time, a critics who often appears with Padme's facial traits and last, an idealist that represents his dearst son, Luke.
Well, life is not that boring when the workhead is busy planning to choke some random guy in the galaxy to death-- after all the other four of them could always entertain themselves with mahjong, an eastern family game.
Sometimes even the workhead managed to join them and that would be the time to gamble over 21 points--even the critics,Padme, agrees to join them.
-- "Father, why are you talking to yourself once again? I thought we have been through this."groaned Luke, showing that cute puppy dog face once again.
Vader tried to hold back a smirk: the best part of having a caring son is that you could always play miserable to get the attention you want.
So he stiffened his pose for another five minutes, trying to appear more pathetic and lonely.
Luke letted out a surrendering sigh," Alright then. But I still got work to do." Reluctantly,yet firmly, Luke pulled his manchild father into a warm nice hug.
Holding his naive and somehow adorable son, Vader smirked and kissed his son's forhead to block all the jibberjab.
Enjoy those nice fluffs:)