Tamrin's day was getting better and better. For the first time since he'd been hired by Vader he thought he actually enjoyed working for the man. Not only had Leia agreed to see him, but every single person mentioned on the will, excepting Bail Organa, was on Alderaan. If that wasn't providence he didn't know what was.

…-…

Apparently Luke had been named Luke-my-son-do-a-DNA-test-to-make-sure-you-fools on the will. Luke glanced over at Anakin, raising an eyebrow. Anakin smiled and tried for a nonchalant shrug, but he kept wincing as he looked between Obi-Wan and Tamrin.

"What did you do?" Leia snapped.

Tamrin jerked up, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Not you," Leia snapped again, "Him." She pointed straight at Anakin.

Tamrin looked through him, then around the rest of the room as if asking them to make the world make sense again. Luke snorted.

Anakin sighed. "Well…" he said, "I ask that you consider the fact that I'd been in a state of near constant pain for about nineteen years when I wrote that. And I knew I was going to die and was panicking. And I was angry that I was in this position in the first place and that I'd never get to know my children."

He hesitated then, then shrugged again. "That last part wasn't true- but it's what I thought. I didn't know about the whole Force Ghost thing at the time."

Obi-Wan jerked up at that. "You didn't? Then how'd you become one?"

Anakin's lips twitched into something like a smile. "It felt right."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

Tamrin was still looking around the room as though everyone had gone mad. Finally he shrugged.

"Luke." He said, "We do need to do a quick DNA test to fulfill Lord Vader's will."

Luke nodded. He already knew Anakin was his Dad. Still… it was strange to have medicine confirm it to- to see the machine spit out a positive paternity test. It made him feel almost warm.

Tamrin smiled at him, then clapped his hands together.

"Well then," he said, looking genuinely excited. "Who's ready to go through this thing?"

…-…

Luke and Leia went first. Anakin wasn't too concerned about their gifts. He thought there was very little about their inheritance that they could take offense at. Well. Maybe Leia would since he'd gotten it serving the Empire.

Anakin was praying that Ahsoka would be next. But no. Of course not.

Well. Obi-Wan had apparently forgiven him for a lot worse… still.

Obi-Wan's face was carefully blank as he looked over the deed he held in his hand. "Mustafar." He said, and his voice was as carefully controlled as his face. That was not a good sign, not a good sign at all.

"It has great medical facilities," Anakin said, then thought about it for a second. It really… didn't. They hadn't really been trying to heal him after all, they were trying to keep him alive, useful, but also weak enough that he couldn't pose a threat to Sidious.

Sidious had miscalculated but… not by much.

"Well." Anakin said, "Not really. They're kinda terrible. But I would totally recommend the bacta tank. Very…" Very what? It had been restorative, and such a relief. Really though any bacta tank would be able to do that same thing, administer relief. There was nothing special about this one. "Bactaey." Anakin finished.

Obi-Wan just looked at him. Anakin thought about disappearing. He could do it. Perks of being a ghost, no one can hold you and make you have horrible conversations about guilt and stuff.

Ahsoka came to the rescue.

"What'd I get?" She asked.

Anakin actually smiled at that. Tamrin smiled to. The man seemed much happier than he'd ever seemed when Anakin was talking to him before… then again. Vader.

Her lightsabers were in the top of the box he gave her, and underneath was a letter.

Ahsoka. I'm not actually sure if you're alive or not at this point. Still. I thought I should leave you something, in case.

You're the little sister I never had, and I wish with all that I am that I'd been better. That I'd been able to protect you as you deserved.

I don't know if you were a wonderful Padawan or not, that doesn't really seem like something I should probably comment on. I do know that I wouldn't have wanted to train anyone else.

I love you Snips.

-Skyguy

(If I can go by that name anymore).

Ahsoka read the note, then smiled up at him and Anakin felt himself relax.

….-…

"So," Luke asked. "Why do you look like that?"

Anakin blinked down at him. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Luke waved a hand over him. "You didn't look like that in your video." He said, shrugging. "I just wondered how you chose."

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, thoughtful. "I think I need to look like I've looked at some point in my life. That keeps me partially separate from the force- keeps me individual. Still… I should be able to look anyway I want."

"Really?" Ahsoka asked, perking up. "I could see the great Anakin Skywalker as he looked with his Padawan haircut?"

"You've seen the holos." Anakin muttered, scuffing his pretend foot against the stone.

"It's not the same." Obi-Wan said, smile dangerously edged.

Anakin had been feeling like Obi-Wan was waiting to get revenge. Anakin sighed.

Even Leia looked almost curious.

Anakin changed, shrinking into a nine-year-old with a terrible haircut. He tried to be a baby for a second, but that was awkward. Padawan with two hands was next. Then knight with one hand.

Then he had an idea. He grinned, transforming into a man that really should have been a corpse, a man down three limbs who'd only stopped burning because there was nothing left to burn- red, raw, mouth gaping wide in an attempt to scream or breathe- even though all it did was let the fire get inside of him to.

Then he turned into old him, scarred and pale. All of them were staring at him, even Leia looked disturbed. That reaction had nothing on Obi-Wan's.

Obi-Wan turned but barely made it a few steps before tripping, falling to his knees. Then his lunch was on the ground in front of him. Anakin knelt beside him, placing his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders and cursed himself for a fool. He hadn't- well he had- he had wanted Obi-Wan to hurt and to see how Anakin had hurt- to see how much Anakin had wanted him to come back to save him one way or another. How Anakin would have begged if he'd had the lungs to do so.

He'd wanted Obi-Wan to feel guilty- but not like this. Not like this.

That was about the moment that Anakin realized that he- for all his noble sacrifice- was probably still a terrible person.

That was also the moment in which Tarkin in his somewhat-less-than-fully-functioning Death Star appeared in orbit.