I know this is short and I know that it's probably been done a thousand times over by different people but it's just an idea I got watching Revenge of the Sith and it just wouldn't leave me alone. I had to write it. Hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment. I'd love to know what you think.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the genius that is George Lucas, not me :(
You really have given up, haven't you? All your fiery rage and passion have burned themselves out. You no longer care. And why should you? What have you got left to care about? You threw it all away years ago. You have nothing left to focus your hate, your anger on.
Bit by bit I've watched you slipping away. Ever since she died. She, whom you gave up everything to save only to end up destroying her yourself. You blamed your former master for turning her against you, refused to admit it was your fault. Your hatred of him and all the other remaining Jedi made you strong. Now the Jedi are extinct, Kenobi dead. Killed by your own hand. After years of waiting you finally got your revenge but it hasn't made you happy. Maybe you've finally realised that he had nothing to do with any of this. Maybe you've finally realised that it's not his fault your wife turned away from you. Maybe you've finally realised that it's all on you.
I remember in the beginning you used to be so eager to seek revenge on the Jedi and all the wrongs they had done you. You also used to talk about her a lot. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have listened to a word you said. I don't give a damn about her. I only listened to you because thoughts of her kept your anger and hate alive, kept the fire burning.
As the years wore on you spoke of her less and less until it got to the point where you never even mentioned her name. Over the next few years you became distant. Keeping you to yourself. Dwelling on memories and on thoughts of anger toward me, and toward yourself. You had lost momentum. Your anger and hate are still there but you don't use them. Kenobi and the Jedi may be gone but I'm still here. You hate me even more. Everything is, after all, my fault. I'm the one who dragged you down. I'm the one who brought about the ruin of your life. It was all me. But I'm not the only one to blame here. You hate yourself most of all, for listening to me, for killing her, Kenobi, all your fellow Jedi. You are the biggest traitor in the history of the galaxy and you know it. Your very name instils fear in entire star systems. You have become cold, heartless and brutal. You have become the very thing you swore to destroy. You've gotten yourself into this mess and we both know there's no way out.
Nowadays you are a shell of your former self, broken and empty. Oh yes your anger and hate are still there, but you have nothing left to fight for. You gave up long ago. You no longer care.