Anakin wheezed as Luke took off the mask he had worn for the past twenty or so years. The lack of oxygen blurred his vision, but he was still grateful to finally see his son with his own eyes. It was unfortunate he was dying, as he never wanted to look away.

"I...wish...that we could finally be together, Luke. I wish… that you never knew me as Darth Vader. I wish that you could have met your mother...and grandmother. I'm sorry...that my foolishness has brought you nothing but pain, my son…"

"Don't talk like that. You're going to make it!" Luke protested.

"I think we both know how untrue that is. Now go. Don't look back. The galaxy is better off without Darth Vader. Save yourself."

Luke looked as if he was about to argue, but he instead nodded, and fled the detonating Death Star.

As he closed his eyes, for what he knew was the final time, he could hear his mother calling him, to join her…

"Anakin! Anakin!"

"Ani sweetie, it's time to get up."

His eyes shot open, and he looked upon a face he had not seen in several decades.

"Mom? You are…" The rest of his sentence died in his throat. Was this… the afterlife?

As he looked around, and saw their old hovel on Tatooine, he was thoroughly confused. It was not his first choice for his eternal resting place. Why would his afterlife be a place he hated?

Other than being due to all of the negative karma he accrued during his time as a Sith.

"Watto wants you at his shop as soon as possible, Ani."

That confirms it. This is his personal Hell. Made worse by the fact he dragged his poor mother into it.

Anakin nodded, and then headed towards the door. Might as well get it over with.

"Anakin, aren't you going to eat first?"

He looked back at his mother in confusion. He hadn't eaten in twenty years, unless injecting formula into a tube going to his stomach counted as eating.

Shmi sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Just because Watto said he wanted you at the shop soon, doesn't mean you can't eat first. At least take a pallie with you."

He wordlessly walked over to the table and picked up one of the round fruits from the bowl in the center.

When he moved to put it in a pocket, he discovered two things- one, he was wearing something with pockets, and not his black armor, and two, he was about half the size he was used to being. Of course, most would have realized that very quickly, but in his defence, he was distracted by, you know, being in Hell.

He just filed it away under 'yet another punishment' and continued to head to Watto's shop.

Once there, he went through the standard routine from so long ago, clean out grime, repair the parts that were too damaged to sell, steal the ones that wouldn't be missed for his own use, perform maintenance on the droids… until Watto yelled at him, asking him to mind the shop.

He entered the main area of the shop, only to find a face that he would not, and could not, forget.

Padmé.

He was so surprised by this turn, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"Wait, if you are here, I can't be in Hell! You are too... perfect!"

Well, it had taken him a lifetime, but he had finally found a pickup line worse than 'Are you an Angel?'. Although, 'I don't like sand' was a good attempt, in hindsight.

Padmé stared at him blankly.

"What?" she asked, confused.