He watched the world beneath him break into pieces, heat rising through the ice and cutting through it ferociously. The trees burned and thick smoke filled the dark sky, the scent had clung to his clothing as he sat above the burning planet in his tie silencer, trembling at the sight of the destruction of everything he'd worked for.
His face hurt, he was wounded. The pain also radiated from his torso. But the pain on his flesh was nothing compared to the agony he felt wrenching his heart from the inside. Everything was gone.
His dreams, shattered and destroyed into millions of tiny pieces. His pride, brutally taken from him by a girl who deemed to ruin his life. And his soul, torn from his body as he made the choice that changed everything. He had killed his father.
The piece of him that wanted to go home ached because he knew he couldn't return to his mother, not now. Not after what he had done.
But that was what he truly wanted, home. Watching the wreckage beneath him made him sure of that. He was afraid and felt nothing but sorrow flooding through his veins.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't the man he so desperately wanted to be. He was nothing like his grandfather, or so he believed.
He had dreamed of being powerful, feared by all. Like his grandfather, Darth Vader, he wanted to carve his own name into history forever. But he couldn't.
He wanted to blame the girl wielding the light saber, because she had been responsible for tearing down his plans and ripping his spirit into pieces, but he knew he could only blame himself.
He did this.
He destroyed everything.
He wasn't enough.
He was weak.
But there was no redemption now, only darkness.
He took one last agonising glance at the destruction, then closed his eyes. He turned off the communication system in his ship with the flick of a switch, and took a heavy breath.
He wasn't sure what he was about to do next, but he knew he had to leave. He had destroyed everything, this was the final piece. He had to get as far away from The Supreme Leader as possible.
Even if that meant throwing himself into the unknown.
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."