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VII.

As fate gave it, the dreaded palace of the Inquisitors was at Mustafar, and no place other. Long time had passed since the fall of the Empire. The secret palace of Lord Vader was destroyed, then built again. You knew that. What you didn't know was that the Inquisitors would fancy a place to hide that was so known throughout the world. But Irwun said that was the point of the thing, and you believed him. It was his dying hours after all.

You landed your ship straight before the Tower. No tricks. No crazy ideas. Nothing your previous self would have done. You didn't do this because you were powerful. Nor because you believed you could have won the battle.

You did it because of Mira. You did because of Telia. You did it because of Ahsoka. You did it for all those you wronged. Because by now you knew: Rya was right all along. You were not the gracious man you thought yourself to be. You were not a good person by any merit. In life, you were the evil all along. Among the Whills, you were nothing but a menace that was needed to be removed in order to preserve life as it was.

You were the man who killed Mira's father. You were the man who ruined Telia's life. You were the one who let Kylo Ren knew the location of the Jedi Temple. You ruined the life of Luke Skywalker. No, you destroyed him. You wrought horror upon the world, and you were responsible for destruction at such a scale like no one else. And you did all that whilst believing you were the good one.

But alas: the Temple was now before you, and it was the thing you were yearning for all along.

Thus you did no else than to walk to the entrance with sabers in hand. You stood there and waited for passage, and once that was denied you opened the door with the Force, and went forth towards your foes.

First it was two inquisitors before you, activating their lightsabers in the first corridor. You threw yourself at them, cherishing the opportunity to fight.

It seemed as they would have to be a challenge. But you easily cut down both of them.

Next you found yourself in a circular room, with four of them in sight. You thought again, this would be the end, but you came out of the fight unscathed, cherishing every moment. For that point on, the Inquisitors began to throw themselves at you every occasion they had. But you proved to be more powerful than them.

Some ambushed you in the corridors, jumping at you from the ventilation system. Others stood before you at plain sight. Others tried to combine the two tactics in the hopes of overcoming the newfound foe. But in the end, you were just superior. You fought for Dooku in the Clone Wars. You fought for your own gain during the times of the Rebellion. Then you did all you to destroy the New Republic, and the Jedi. The fallacies of your wrongful ways were endless and limitless, that. But they thought you how to fight.

Finally, among the midst of endless corridors and many foes, you reached the end of your destination: the throne room of the Temple. Inside, stood a Pau'an male, blind to one eye, with scars running through his face, neck, torso and arms. You recognized him as the Grand Inquisitor. One that was presumed dead a long ago. But you were not surprised at such a thing: not for one who had a will of iron and the Force.

"I came here to fight you," you stated, holding your sabers high in the midst of the throne room.

"Then you came here to die," he answered as he activated his lightsabers.

He was a man who'd seen as much just as you. Any foe you fought, he was just as worthy as them. Including Lord Vader. But that was no reason not to fight. It was no reason for you for anything at all.

For a brief moment, you locked eyes in silence. Then you launched yourself at the other with all the hatred in your soul. It wasn't the fight of good and evil that you once envisioned it to be. It was the fight of two beings whom were purely evil, but knew no better than to change their ways.

Thus you fought for endless hours, testing your ability in swordsmanship and in the Force. Both of you got tired beyond the point that you believed possible. Yet both of you went forward fueled by nothing than hatred alone. With time, you found the two of you were not alive because of your skills. It was because you were the same, and you cherished the opportunity to meet.

You also realized that the winner would not be the better one. But the one who had more hatred towards itself than yearning towards death.

It was a faint strike towards the head that did it. You sensed it, but refused to die. Thus you strode to the side, and countered with a strike towards the chest. And it succeeded: the purple saber in your right went straight through the Grand Inquisitor's chest. He looked at you, and nodded. Then he collapsed dead on the floor.

Then you collapsed too, out of the exhaustion.

When you woke up you hoped that you would be dead too.

But it seemed you got all the Inquisitors.

Finally, you made your way back to the ship, feeling sorry that you made it.

"Finally, you did something useful," Rya said as she appeared in front of you.

You strode past her, and walked up the landing ramp. She was the last thing you wanted to talk to through this life.

"Hey, where are you going?" she said aloud once you passed.

"Something I should have done long ago."

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