Are you in pain, Anakin?
I still feel the tattered vestiges of our bond like an aching phantom limb. I know what that feels like, because we have shared that pain during cold nights on planets that only seek to kill us. I wish that pain on you. I wish that pain a thousandfold on you. I wish that you wake up screaming every night, dreaming of Mustafar and how I have cut you, how I have hurt you like you have hurt them – my family, my everything.
How can you, Anakin? What cruelty have we done that deserved this betrayal? Had we not showed you kindness? Had we not welcomed you, called you our brother? Had those children you killed not looked up at you in admiration and joy?
We did all those and more. For you.
I loved you, Anakin. As my son, as my brother, as my padawan, as my equal, as my partner, as my pride and joy. I loved you.
Now it is too late for both of us.