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I'd killed my brother.
My twin.
My other half.
All around people were cheering, for Darth Caedus had been killed and his threat eradicated. No one seemed to notice as I slipped away from the festivities or perhaps they let me go.
I'd trained for it, studied and fought till my bones were sore. I'd wanted it so badly. To kill the monster my brother had become. To save my niece from ever having to face him again. To give my parents some peace and my Uncle Luke some justice.
And when the moment came when it was him or me, I'd won. I was the one who thrust my lightsaber into him and saw the last flicks of life leave his eyes. I was the one who heard him call out in the force to the mother of his only child in warning. Yet I still did it, I still killed him when I could finally feel Jacen again. When the monster Darth Caedus seemed to fade away.
'If you had hesitated it would have been you' they soothed.
But there was no amount of soothing that could possibly heal these wounds. No amount of gentle rubs on my back could console my grief, my guilt.
I was the sword of the Jedi, Luke had said, destined to go it alone. To suffer but in light of that bathe others in freedom. It had been my duty to kill him. My purpose.
Still every blade dulled.
And I couldn't help it guys after reading invincible I had to dip my toes back into the star wars world. This by no means a return of that one story I tried to write a while back but deleted (although it's still on file). The books just brought so many emotions to me I wanted to write myself.
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