Bold is Anakin.
Italics is Luke.
Underline is Ben.
All is all three of them.
Everything was fine.
Everything was grand.
Everything was happy.
But that changed in the end.
I wanted to save my wife.
I wanted to protect my friends.
I wanted to guard my family.
I was just too weak to defend.
I thought that I could trust him.
I thought the battle I did win.
I thought I could defeat that monster.
So wrong, thinking "I can."
I murdered my wife and mentor.
I failed my nephew and friends.
Hurt my family and killed my father.
Nothing good, I could ever send.
And now the galaxy must suffer.
And now my best friend is dead.
Now all my family mourns.
There's turmoil in my head.
The darkness has consumed me...
I couldn't save one man...
I've killed countless people...
I think the Dark Side will win.
No hope.
No love.
Not a single friend.
I feel utterly useless.
I want it all to end.
I have destroyed my family.
Perhaps
I
Should
Be dead.