"It's over!" she said, pointing her gun at you.
She was tired, and you were tired, playing this game of cat and mouse for months.
"Why are you running away?" she shouted with difficulty; her throat was tight and dry from crying and screaming too much.
"They're telling the truth, right?" she said. "That's why you're running away!"
"No," you said, "it's not the truth."
"Then what is?"
"The truth is..."
But before I could spill the beans, Darth Vader standing beside me spoke.
"The truth is, leia, I've been keeping a secret from you. I am not your father," Darth Vader said, his deep voice tinged with an unexpected note of mischief.
Liea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean you're not my father? Who is then?"
Darth Vader paused, his mechanical breathing sounding oddly contemplative. "Well, you see, it turns out that Yoda is your real father."
Liea's eyes widened, her mouth agape. "Y-Yoda? The little green guy who talks funny? Are you serious?"
Vader nodded, or at least his helmet bobbed in a way that suggested a nod. "Yes, young Skywalker, Yoda is your true father. It was a wild party on Dagobah, let me tell you."
Liea's couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You expect me to believe that Yoda, of all beings, is my father?"
Vader's mechanical breaths almost sounded like a chuckle. "Well, you always did have his ears."
As much as Liea tried to hold back her laughter, he couldn't help but imagine Yoda with her flowing blond hair. "Alright, alright, you got me. Good one, Dad... I mean, Lord Vader."
And in that moment, beneath the Sith Lord's intimidating mask, a sigh could be heard. "Mistakes we made in our lives..."
"What...??" asked Liea Oregana.
"Nothing. Anyways always avoid the low ground, sweety." spoke Darth Vader in his usual firm tone as if the previous conversation never happened. Then he swung his lightsaber towards her.
