It had been a very, very long time since he felt so much like a child as he did in this moment. And yet it wasn't a bad feeling, not as such. The kindness Raine treated him with might have been terrifying in so many ways, and yet he felt comforted by it. Calmed, even. Safe, in a way he didn't wish to think about.

You don't deserve your hatred. Nobody had ever told him that, certainly not Snoke who built him up and tore him down.

"I have to live up to my grandfather," he offered tentatively. Whatever bravado had been to his voice had disappeared along with the anger. "Darth Vader was the greatest Sith ever, in the end he defeated even the great Darth Sidious. I should be his heir, Snoke says I could be greater than Vader if I purify myself. His strength runs in my blood. But no matter how hard I try, I can't... I don't have his strength and dedication." He sighed, looking down at the blankets morosely. "I inherited his raw power, but also his weakness. Darth Vader defeated Darth Sidious, but he died to save his son. Compassion killed him."