"You were the Chosen One!"
"I am going to end this once and for all!"
"It appears in your anger, you killed her."
And now I've killed him. Darth Vader thought. He was on the Death Star, sitting alone in his mediation chamber. His dark mask and helmet were raised above his pale, ruined head. Only hours ago, he had killed his once-friend and mentor, Obi-Wan Kenobi,,, but he was hardly feeling victory. It felt as if the old man was still alive somehow…
Impossible. Vader snapped in his own mind. There is no way to stop death… I learned that with… He still couldn't admit that he had killed Padme. Twenty years, and the burden of guilt and pain still kept him in the grasp of the Dark Side. And now, when his brother had come to "visit", he had killed him, too. Now, there was only Sidious, himself, and the Empire.
But now he was being generous. He wasn't with three things.
He was with one.
The Sith.
That's what everything was… the battle station, the Dark Lord… they were all the Sith. And so all he had was the Sith… the same cult of darkness that had taken his right arm, and killed Qui-Gon.
And killed all of those children.
That was YOU. The Dark Side whispered. You killed those young ones as they looked up to you with hope, overjoyed that their hero Anakin Skywalker was here to save the day. But Darth Vader was there to silence them. That was YOU. And you should learn to embrace that fact… let their cries give you more fury as they echo within your head. Let the howls of the Tuskens give you more power as they try to run away. Let her body falling before you make you forget about the past.
Silence. A voice shot back. It wasn't Vader's, it wasn't Kenobi's. It wasn't Padme's, it wasn't Sidious'.
It was Anakin's.
I can manage my own power. Vader hissed. You are dead.
I will always be part of you.
"You were the Chosen One!"
THE END