The pain was heart wrenching. The rest of my pain from the burns and ill fitting prosthetics were nothing compared to this. My Angel, dead, by me. Me, who had promised never to hurt her. Me, who would do anything in the Galaxy for her. Me, who had turned to the Dark Side to save her, killed her. Everything that wasn't teetered down flew around the room in a dance of fury as I unleashed my pain onto the room.
"I...I couldn't have! She was alive. I felt it!" I cried, trying to deny it.
My Master gave me a look of pity, as I break free of the restraints that are holding me.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I scream, but deep down, I know the truth.
My Angel is dead and it's all my fault.
