Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.

[morally_cryptic]

It's a letter he'd never send. Never even think. It's there, somewhere, buried deep in the back of his mind, but he'd never admit it, even to himself. He hasn't seen the person he'd send it to in years, anyway. Decades. He knows the old man isn't dead...well, he thinks the old man isn't dead. Hiding, probably, waiting for the opportune moment, whatever that is, but not dead. He'd feel it, wouldn't he? Even now as he is?

But this, too, is a thought he doesn't allow himself to have. That person, that life he'd once had was dead to him now. Darth Vader, not Anakin Skywalker. Anakin might have sent the letter, but Vader had no reason to. Vader wasn't sorry, after all. Vader didn't miss anyone. And he certainly wouldn't rant and rail at his former Master for leaving him there. For giving up on him. For not trying harder. For...something. These are all signs of weakness. And Darth Vader is not weak even if the man once called Anakin Skywalker is. Was.

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Note: the letters don't exist, so they can't be written. But they are referred to. And yes, they're both to the same person.