It gnaws at me nightly, I cannot sleep - yet - for it. Should my Master find out, he would be displeased, but I make myself busy and he does not suspect, I think. But every time I try to forget my pain in sleep, they come back to haunt me - by the Force, what have I become, why? It was all for Her, and She is gone now...by my hand...the guilt burns me even as flaming ash and lava did not. She was everything to me, and I betrayed Her - why did I not listen to her pleas? And now She is dead, and my heart with Her.
And then there was Him - my brother, father, Master - no. No. That is over now. He was weak, he was blind, and he abandoned me to die. Did he steal Her? I...-do not think so- know he did.
Ahsoka...Snips...I cannot help it, I am glad you are well out. I am glad you did not fall with the rest - I should not be, you are a reminder of my past - no, no. I am Darth Vader. You are just another weak Jedi reject. Yet you still escaped that fate...
Rex, my old friend, my loyal, constant companion. What would you say to me now?
Forgive me, my friends. If I could just go back - if I could have another chance - if I could relive that night - I would change it all. But you are all gone now, and though I hate him with every fiber of my being - what little there is left (thank you, Obi-Wan,) my new Master is all I have.
"At least he retains his sense of humor. Perhaps it will see him through."
"Be certain of that, we cannot. In one sense, right he is - blind, we were. Yet still, hope there is."
"Yes, my old friend. But he is not the only one with regrets, I fear."
"Regrets, we all have. But forget we cannot, still shape the future, we may."
"I know. I know. But still - he is not totally gone...perhaps one day, one day, he can be redeemed..."