Maybe id be forgiving

The boy seemed terrified, this Leia would admit. He stood frozen in place, a mockery of respect, as his eyes darted around the room. Tattered clothes hung loosely from the bones of his shoulders, exposing the canvas of scars across his skeletal arms. It seemed wrong, fundamentally so, that Darth Vader could feel fear at all, and yet the force sang with the truth of it.It was a cruel trick to play, Leia thought, showing himself to her as a child, playing on her instincts to gain sympathy for all he had done. She would not pity him, Leia decided, knowing what he would become.***Leia meets the ghost of a slave boy from Tattooine