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Master of the Pielements [open]

The Person: Aang, the Avatar, master of all four elements, truly an individual to be reckoned with.

The Place: The Lounge. Right now, he was in the kitchen practicing his Airbending via the highly deadly art of--

Making fruit pies. What? It took some very precise Airbending to get the fruit fluff all fluffy on top. Good practice.

And eating the fruits of his labor was, uh...exercise for his jaw, yeah. And stomach.

Okay, so he was just hankering for cake after all that time with GLaDoS. It was still good Airbending practice, though.

And he brought the rest out to be served to whoever had a hankering for confectioneries.

"Hey, do you want a piece of fruit pie?"

~~Come and let me bake you the pie of my people.~~

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Aang leaned against the counter.

"Anyone that stops death and controls life doesn't understand life and death."

No denial here.

Vader tilted his head back.

"How can that be so? Master of life and death requires utmost intimacy with the systems that make both occur."

"Someone who understands them understands that they're not meant to be controlled."

"And what arbitrary law dictates that?" Vader demanded, gesturing sharply with his free hand. "There is no higher power than the Emperor, and his word is law-- if we are able to accomplish such things, who would stop us? Who dares tell me I cannot have --"

Who would dare to tell Vader that he couldn't have his wife back?

"When people die, the love they had for others doesn't disappear. It's a form of energy, just like anything else. And it doesn't leave us."

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Vader laughed harshly, but it sounded more like a derisive bark.

"The Force is fueled by emotions, but they themselves are not power. I do not wish for intangible, unobtainable, lofty ideas. The only things that matter are things that are real and breathing."

"Nope."

"Then you are a stubborn fool who cannot be helped," Vader said, disdainfully, "and I will not waste my time on you."

He's projecting.

"I've dealt with the immaterial. There are so many things that are real that don't breathe."

Aang peered at him thoughtfully.

"Who was it that you lost?"

Vader had slipped earlier, almost gave it up.

"No one!" Vader snapped. "When I learn the secret of stopping death then I will have anyone and everyone I want, until the end of the Galaxy!"

"But earlier, you started to say something."

"And what would it be to you?" Vader snarled. "Are you searching for a weakness within me? I have none. They were purged from me when I took the name of Vader and passed through the fire."

"Everyone has weaknesses. It's what makes us people," said Aang. Not "human," no, there were non-humans on the ship and out there in a myriad of universes.

It made them people.

"I have been purged of all that made me weak and unworthy," Vader snarled. "Kenobi saw to it that every scrap of Anakin Skywalker was burnt from me-- and the Emperor saw me rise from his ashes."

"I don't know. You seem a little angry. And too much anger is a weakness," said Aang. "But that's okay."

You's just people.

"Only if one is not able to channel that anger," Vader snapped. "My anger gives me strength greater than you could dream of. The Force speaks to me more clearly the greater my passion is."

"Why do you have to use anger to be strong?" Aang asked.

Vader waved his hand dismissively. "It would be like trying to explain color to a blind man, or music to one who is deaf. The power of the Dark Side is lost to you, as is its mystery."

"I guess it's as much as a mystery to me as how my ways of working are a mystery to you."

Check. And Mate, Vader.

"If allowing you to believe that eases your mind, then yes," Vader said, sourly, but he knew when he'd been beaten.

"Are you sure you don't want some pie? You can have a whole one!"

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"I do not eat such things," Vader said, coldly. Truth be told, it would wreak havoc on his digestive system and he really couldn't eat it, but when was Vader ever nice about anything?

"Don't you have kids? On the council? Maybe they'd like if you brought them one."

"Luke and Leia would not be pleased by such childish--" Vader began, but paused.

Would they? He really had no idea. The thought...did not sit well with him.

He glared in silence, wondering what new humiliation was about to be heaped on him.

"I bet they'd think it was nice. I'll cut one in half and wrap it up so they can share it."

And he did so, and nudged it Vader's way.

You know, a gesture like that actually would go a ways with Luke at least...

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