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Originally Posted by Yeah_Baby
Revenge of the Sith I liked. Till Padme died of a broken heart. Lame.
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I really think that Lucas wrote himself into a corner. If they had annouced that she had died of a crushed windpipe, Anakin would have never ever been redeemable in the minds of the fans.
The whole "She lost the will to live" thing to me was lame but it was his only out.
Frankly the book Revenge of the Sith was far better then the movie, especially in terms of the dialogue where you get to see the dark humor of vader. And the description in the end of how it feels for Anakin in the end to become Vader.
During the slaughter of seperatist leaders in the movie, Anakin didn't say a word. In the book he was positively chatty as he murdered them.
Seperatist leader - "But your master promised us a handsome reward"
Vader - "You don't find me handsome?"
decapitation
Nute Gunray - "But your master he promised us peace"
Vader - "The communication was garbled he promised you'd be left in pieces"
This was the final dialogue from the book about Vader after he's put into the suit, and I really love the wording of it.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, foverer :
This first dawn of light in your universe brings pain.
The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a like of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.
You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves
already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot eve slow it down.
You don’t even have lungs anymore.
Mechanisms hardwired into your chest breathe for you. They pump oxygen into your bloodstream forever.
Lord Vader, can you hear me? Lord Vader, can you hear me?
You cant. Not in the way you once did. Sensors in the shell that prisons your head trickle meaning directly into your brain.
You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you.
Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that is hideous.
Pamdé? Are you here? Are you all right? You try to say, but another voice speaks for you. Out from the vocabulator servers you for burned-away lips and tongue and throat.
Pamdé? Are you here? Are you all right?
I´m very sorry, Lord Vader. I´m afraid she died. It seems in your anger, you killed her.
That burns hotter than the lava had.
No……., no, it is not possible!
You loved her. You will always lover her. You could never will her death.
NEVER.
But you remember…
You remember all of it.
You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader´s blood. You remember the furnace of Vader´s fury, and the black hatred seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth –
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. There was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.
That it was all you. Is you.
Only you.
You did it.
You killed her.
You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking of her, you were thinking of yourself…
It is this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith –
Because now your self is al you will ever have.
And in your rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow [Palpatine] who has destroyed you, but you are so less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only the droids around you that you implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow.
In the end, you don’t even want to.
In the end, the shadow it all you have left.
Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, gathers your unto self –
And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker.
Foverer…