His head is enveloped in darkness.

"What you were, I take from you. All that you are belongs to me."

"Rise, Darth Indevitus."

He stands, trying to keep his conflicted… emotions… off his face.

"Follow." And off the figure goes.

Stumbling would be a bad idea – he tries not to, tries to ignore the pain, following not far behind.

Soon, a shuttle becomes visible. The figure gets in.

He follows – presumably he is to follow in, he was told to follow.

The shuttle is- fairly normal, actually.

Apart from the shadow.

Of course it is.

He tries to focus on – anything else, really.

He'll find that quite hard.

Can he stare at the shadow in a nonthreatening way instead then.

He may.

He does that.

"What do you feel?"

"… Emotionally? – My lord?"

"Yes."

"… Fear. Predominantly."

"Why do you fear?"

"I – have not managed to adjust my emotional reaction, to what's happening. The inevitable."

"Do not try. Embrace it."

"The fear?"

"It is a source of strength. Let it motivate you."

… He doesn't ask 'to what?', not this time.

He does suppose –

– he can't actually do anything, here. There's nothing left for him.

Not really.

So he tries to let the fear, and the lingering feelings of helplessness slowly turning him numb – he  tries to let them motivate him.

See where it goes.