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Xani, I used to affectionately call him. Padawan Xani, Xanatos, we were like father and son and more. Together we were a near flawless team. He was a great person, he truly was.

Until…until it went too far.

I killed his father, his biological father. I was not his father, and I had to learn that the hard way.

He murdered himself. Xani, the little boy I once knew, was dead, along with the man who had turned dark.

It broke my heart. I loved him like a son. He was dead because of me, the one who cared the most.

Maybe I didn't care enough. After all, I couldn't save him.

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She was intelligent and quick thinking and funny. She was the greatest friend, and I could not ask for better.

Our friendship grew and grew, until it had to turn into love to save itself.

And the galaxy hated our forbidden love, because it killed her. This…man, this filthy, dark, slimeball named Balog was beyond evil. He took it upon himself to slowly kill her minute by minute, day by day.

Our life together was painfully short. I would give anything for things to be different.

Anything. Even my own life.

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A nine year old slave boy from an overlooked desert planet changed my life. He was the chosen one, and at first it was hard for anyone, even me, to believe it.

He won a podrace. And computer's don't lie; that small blood sample possessed more power than Master Yoda.

In time, like Xanatos, he turned to the dark side. He slaughtered younglings, Padawans, Masters-anyone who got in his way.

The nine year old slave boy from an overlooked desert planet was now a lord of the Sith, responsible for the deaths of millions.

And I was the one who found him. I was the one who brought him to the Council. I was the one responsible for everything.

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I cannot take one more loss; one more heartbreak. But what have I to lose? Obi-Wan, perhaps, is the only one death has spared so far.

I was called a legend after my death. I do not believe a word of that, not for a moment.

What have I done?

Given the galaxy more death.

Poor Quiggy…poor review button…all alone…:D