[ WP ] Misguided or not , every villain has their own motives , their own personality . Write a story about the therapist who works with them .

`` Tell me what you see, Eugene.'' 
 
 `` Oh, for the last time WOMAN, you will refer to me as the Dark Lord,'' Darth Vader said, throwing his arm across his eyes. He lay spread out on my couch, cape dusting the floor below him. 
 
 I sighed heavily. `` Okay, *Dark Lord*, can you tell me what you see in this inkblot?'' 
 
 He turned his head ever so slightly in my direction, peeking out from under his elbow. `` It's a child. A dead child with blood splattering out of it's neck.'' 
 
 I rotated the page towards me and saw a round shape with a few tiny splatters around the edges. Nothing like a dead anything. 
 
 `` Very well. And this?'' I held up another page, keeping both edges of the paper held firmly between my fingertips, allowing for maximum visibility. 
 
 `` A dying cat.'' 
 
 Again, I peeked at the page and saw what could easily be misconstrued as maybe an elephant head and ears, ink splaying out from the crease in the page. 
 
 *Okay... still making progress, apparently. * 
 
 `` You can sit up now, Eug - er - *Dark Lord*.'' 
 
 He sat up slowly and turned, adjusting his cape over the back of the chaise lounge. He smoothed the fabric over the edge, dusting it off with the tips of his gloves. Turning back to face me, he crossed his arms and hunched over. 
 
 `` Now, Dark Lord,'' I said, trying to keep the patronizing tone out of my voice, `` Do you want to talk about the ink blot test? You seemed to see many images of death and dying. Do you know why this might be?'' I clicked my pen and brought my legal pad to my face. After several seconds of silence, I looked at Darth Vader, who had not moved an inch. He was staring at a spot on the carpet. If I could see his face, i'd swear he was pouting. 
 
 `` Dark Lord... do you have anything you'd like to say?'' 
 
 `` No.'' He said, keeping sock still. He was most certainly pouting. 
 
 We had been at it for several weeks. Every time we did an exercise, death was the ruling element. When it was time to talk, he became a clam and refused to speak. It was exasperating, to say the least. 
 
 `` Dark Lord. I think that, if you want to make any progress, you have to work with m-'' He stood up abruptly, towering over me as I sat. He took one step closer and wagged his finger in my face. 
 
 `` Listen here, tiny human. Do n't make me destroy you. You have NO IDEA OF MY POWER-'' 
 
 It was my turn to cut him off. 
 
 `` Wait just a *minute*'' I said, standing up to my full height, which was maybe a head shower than Vader. `` You sit down *right now*, Eugene. Do you hear me? You will not leave my office until you **sit down and SHUT UP**.'' 
 
 He quieted instantly, rolling back on his heels and plopping down on the couch behind him. He fussed with his cape, which had balled up under his backside in the flurry of movements. He smoothed it out, meticulously, once again. 
 
 Once he had finished with his outfit adjustments, he put his head/helmet in his hands and sobbed. This was a regular thing. The last time he threw a fit, I had to smack him with my legal pad to calm him down. He was here to *reform* his ways, not exacerbate them. It was something I constantly had to remind him of. 
 
 I adjusted my glasses and sat back down, crossing my legs at the ankle. `` Once again, do you have anything to say about the ink blots?'' 
 
 He took a deep, shaky breath and let it out in a woosh as he heaved. `` My son hates me.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know this. This is why we are here,'' I said, jotting a few notes down on my yellow pad. 
 
 `` The Emperor is a total jerk,'' he went on, head still in hands. 
 
 `` Yes. This is true. Go on,'' I said, still jotting. 
 
 He sighed and laid back down on the couch, his arm draped across his forehead dramatically. He opened his mouth and started to talk. 
 
 *What a drama queen* 
 

