The Final Thoughts of a Reformed Man
Disclaimer: Characters were created by George Lucas.
(Darth Vader has just saved his son, Luke, from the Emperor, thereby killing the Emperor and allowing millions of volts of electricity to be shot into his body.)
What have I done? I've been such an idiot. I've wasted my life embracing the dark side, and killing innocent people. I deserve the pain I'm now feeling, both from realizing what I've done and from having electricity shot into me.
My friend Obi-Wan tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. Then I killed him, too. In fact, I killed everyone that questioned my judgement. Except of course the Emperor. My master. How could I have ever served him? He tried to kill my son. And I almost let him.
Luke, my son. He saved me from the darkness within myself. It took his suffering at the hands of the Emperor to make me realize that I had been wrong. That I had been a fool.
But maybe I can still live, and make up for all those wrongs. Yes, that's what I'll do. But wait a minute. Do I deserve a second chance? I don't think I do. After everything I've done, maybe I should just allow myself to die here.
But then everyone in the entire galaxy will always think of me as a demon, a demon who helped hunt down and kill the Jedi Knights and anyone else that got in his way. Maybe I can still destroy that reputation of myself. Then at least when I die, I won't die as a Sith Lord and a murderer, but as a Jedi Knight and a reformed man. Maybe even a hero.
No. I don't deserve the chance to do that. I deserve to die here, and have people remember me as the ruthless, cold-hearted demon that I was. I deserve to have people fear my name from now on. I deserve the pain that will give me.
Besides, I don't think I'd be able to live with myself anyway. Not after everything I've done. No, it'll be better this way.
"Luke, help me take…this mask off…"
THE END