She shakes her head, not trusting herself to speak. She'd hurled accusations at Vader, of the harm he'd done to his children; she'd prepared herself to stand between them if he threatened either one. She hadn't considered that he might care. That he wouldn't seek to immediately twist either of them to his own ends.

Or that one might have good in them and still continue to choose the Dark.

"I'm sure he's very proud of you," she manages at last. It's not entirely the biting judgment she would have liked it to be. She doesn't dare lift her eyes to see his response, lest he note the faint wetness about her own.