How could I have let this happen? How can I go on, knowing that I've let you down - no, failed - you so utterly and completely?
You've been there for me for as long as I can remember. Showed me the
galaxy the way it ought to be seen. Not as a mass of planets, stars and beings,
but as an ever changing jumble of life dancing to the melodies of the Force.
And now I've lost you.
…my guiding light.
I was angry at you. I was jealous that you could choose a boy you had just
met, whom you hardly knew at all, over me: your Padawan; your apprentice and
protégé of fifteen years. I thought you were throwing away everything
we had shared together on a whim. A fancy. Did I mean so little to you? I didn't
understand. You had to know I'd have done anything for you.
…my master.
If I'd only trained harder, I would have been faster. I would have been
stronger. You would not have had to fight alone. I could have blocked that fatal
blow that robbed me of that which I prized above all else.
…my teacher.
Now what am I to do? I feel so empty, as if half of me has just disappeared.
There is a hole in my mind that echoes the one in my heart. Knowing that I can
never again speak with you, laugh with you…cry with you.
…my friend.
I owe you so much. And though I'm sure I can never teach him as well
as you could, I will honor your wishes to train the boy. I will show him all
the respect you have shown me. I will share with him all the joy you have shared
with me. I will pass on to him all the knowledge and wisdom you have passed
on to me. And I shall bestow upon him all the love you have bestowed upon me.
…my father.