Too Late
He had lost everything.
It didn't matter about their dreams, or his good intentions. The Devil had asked him for his soul and he had gladly sacrificed it.
To save her.
She, too was dead.
She only lived in his memories.
In his nightmares.
He had destroyed everything. All their dreams, their hopes, he had been filled with so much fear.
The Hero With No Fear.
What a convenient lie that had been.
Sidious had known all along. After all it was he who had gave him that mocking title.
He had destroyed her, he had destroyed himself, and worse of all he was responsible for the death of their child.
Tears dripped down a scarred face.
A mechanical hand lifted to wipe away the proof that he was still human and not the droid they suspected. He still felt things. Sometimes, he wished he was that droid. For a year he had lived without her.
Without her voice.
Without her smile.
Without the touch of her skin.
Without the feel of her lips.
She was gone.
And he, alone, was to blame.
He used to be a hero.
He used to be a warrior,
He used to be somebodies friend, somebodies mentor, somebodies brother.
He was her husband.
He was a father.
He was none of these things anymore.
Everything had changed that day and no gift through the Force could undo all the things he had done.
Now he was a murderer.
Now he was an avenger.
Now he was the executioner.
Now he was the bringer of death.
He was the great equalizer.
Someday perhaps he would find her.
Someday he might find the person he was.
Though he doubted it.
It was too late for him.
It had always been too late.
Once he had fought his fate.
Now he accepted it.
She had been his one saving grace.
She had truly been an angel.
Now he would spread death throughout the galaxy.
Now he would bring about fear where there once was hope.
It was too late for him.