As
I descend into death's embrace…so many questions have been left
unanswered. So many things left undone. Too many
regrets that still make themselves clear to me. I have done so
many wrongs in my life. In my life, as the Dark Lord of the
Sith. Sometimes I wonder if that title really meant anything
at all. Or if it even meant anything to begin with. So
many have died because of me…because of my actions to prove my
superiority to the common people of this galaxy. I thought
that showing my power through sheer force would prove I was superior
to all…only to discover in the bitter end that all my actions were
that of a coward. A coward, nothing more. Perhaps it's
best this way… For me…to die on this accursed Rakatan
factory that has brought on so much death to others. That I
would die in the place where my victory was supposed to be at hand…in
a sense, the sheer irony is enough to make me look like such a
fool. Because that's all I was…all I'll ever be. A
fool, a coward, a traitor…all titles bestowed upon me. But I
don't think I even deserve anything in the end…not even a name. Revan was though…he has proved to me that the
light is indeed stronger than the dark. He was always
brilliant…my master. And so he shall always be… Revan the
Prodigal Knight…perhaps that could be his title in the future. It
suits him, a title worthy of his honorable stature and pose. A
killer? A murderer? A tyrant? A dictator? A
coward? No…in the end my end shall merely be forgotten in
the depths of time. No title should be given to one such as
me…any titles at all. In the end…I am nothing. FIN.
I thought it impossible…but he has shown
me the impossible being possible once more.
