The pain.
The blood.
All of you.
I run over to you, in shock, in horror.
I kneel. I slowly lift you up. I use everything, every power that I have to help you.
And it doesn't work. Nothing works. All's for naught, my strength is meaningless.
"You're..alive. Did..I..save you yet? Your eyes..."
I could do nothing, but sit there and stare.
I could do nothing, with all of the supposed power that I had.
I could do nothing... but watch you die.
Listen to you, and watch you die.
"..That bad, eh? Always was ugly...now the outside matches. Was waiting for this, but... it's not fair...let you down.."
"Atton, hold on," I say. "I can still help you"
I know that I can do nothing.
You knew, too. You knew I couldn't.
"Was s'posed to save you. S' tired of living, anyway...too many deaths...never told you...lied to you..."
You didn't have to say anything, Atton. I knew. I always knew.
"I think," I say, "we were all supposed to save each other. Visas, Bao-Dur, Mira...And you, Atton."
You turned your head,and winced.
"I don't want you to see me like this. I don't want to die in front of you! Can't bear it...Loved you from the moment I first saw you. Thought you were a dream...meant every word...tried to play it off as a joke...wasn't funny..."
My heart swelled up. This man, this Pazaak fiend, this murderer, could love. Could love me. You loved me. And, gods be damned, I knew at that moment that I loved you back.
Why did it have to take such a horror for me to realize this?
I gave you what I could, I gave you a smile, and felt the tears well up within me.
Jokingly, I said, "If you're trying to get rid of me, it's not working.."
You laughed. "Hurts when I laugh. Hurts...You..saved me...joke's on me.."
No, Atton, no. I have failed you. I have failed where you have trimuphed.
You protected me, and I could not pay back in kind.
By the Gods, what good is the Force if I cannot save you?
You laughed again, and looked at me. You had a smile just for me.
"Hurts when I laugh. Hurts..."
And you lay still.
I do nothing but hold onto you. Held what was left of you-
my friend, my protector, my savior, my Atton.
Can you still hear me, where you are going?
Will you still care?
I cannot control my eyes as I see your battered body in my arms. They will not stop crying, as if they have a life of their own- a life they gained from you.
I think only of you, Atton, and who did this to you.
Why did this have to happen to you?
Why you?
Why this?
Why?
Why?
Had my echo not reached you, would you still be living?
Had you not loved me, would you still be alive?
Play Pazaak with me, Atton. Stay with me forever.
Please don't leave me, Atton. Not like this, not ever, not always.
The last bit of your life quietly slips from your hands as I kiss you.
You are gone, Atton. You are gone, for I have killed you.
Killed you... with my echo.