A/N: Hello and welcome to my first Star Wars: KOTOR II fanfic! I really do want to continue it on, and updates will be made as quickly as I can write them...which will hopefully be more often than I think right now. Some of it is still in development. But as more of a treat to myself than anyone else, I'm going to start it up right here, right now, so maybe I will actually feel the draw to get it planned out correctly. All right! Well enough of my useless banter-thingy. On with the Show!
Disclaimer: Please insert the obligatory disclaimer here. Be sure to include that the true owner of KOTOR and any of the characters (except for OCs) is not me but some higher power that is surely very great.
I didn't have a choice. There was no choice. I had no choice.
These were the words I chose to comfort myself. These were the lies I chanted in my head until I could somehow manage to believe them, until I could somehow gather up the strength to leave…until I could walk blindly into the darkness that I knew I had to face.
Were they lies though, in the end?
There are some that say that there is always a choice, for it is choice that drives the universe. It is choice that determines fate. It is choice that drives the Force.
And yet, we are vessels of the Force?
Tell me, how does this reconcile?
How do we have choice if the Force determines our very destinies, no matter if we believe we are ready for them or not? What if I wanted a different path? What if I was willing to cling to a different path with all of my heart, to scream out against the crushing destiny I was believed to possess?
Did it really matter in the end?