Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, George Lucas does.
Author's notes: One-shot. This is my first time submitting. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Just don't kill me.
Looking back to all those years, I wish I could change them. My own arrogance in my abilities to teach was his downfall. I cannot blame this all on myself, though. Palpatine fooled us all and the council's lack of trust in him led to his downfall.
There are too many "what ifs" in this for me to full accept it and move on. I could meditate a lifetime and still ask why. Why did he betray us? Why did he join what he swore he fight against?. Why did he join a man, no monster, who enslaved the galaxy? A part of me knows the answer to these infinite questions I burden myself with. His love for Padmé clouded his judgment and Palpatine's lies fueled his fear for losing her.
I long for the days when we laughed and joked about our latest misadventures we got ourselves in to. Through everything, thirteen years of everything, we were brothers. And one moment, one person, destroyed all of that trust. As I have heard before, there is a fine line between love and hate. Force knows that I don't know where those sides meet. I want to hate him for turning his back on the Jedi, but there were years that I loved him as my brother. I've been mourning for what seems an eternity, yet I feel as if I've only just begun to.