Heated Dialogue

Pain. Utter pain like I have never felt screams at me from every nerve. And it is not simply physical. The last months- the betrayal, the hatred, the deceit, burns more then the lava surrounding me ever could. And whose fault was it? Who told the lies, who wove that web, who trapped me in my own head? Why am I here in a Mustafarian lava flow? Who fault is that?

Master Obi-Wan.

Master? What sort of Master would knock his apprentice into a pit of lava, after cutting his arm and leg off? I hate him. I hate all of those stupid, stuck-up Jedi. I'm glad I killed them. They're dead now- all of them. And not just the knights and Masters. The younglings. And the babies. Can't believe I ever trusted any of them. They had been plotting against the Chancellor- against the Republic! They were worse than the Separatists. And the worst of all was my Master. I'll get you Obi-Wan. I've got them all. Just you now. You'll be last. And your death will be long. I will make you feel every wave of this burning pain I feel now. I'll enjoy that. You may not, but I will. The Jedi will be gone- the scum.

What am I saying? If it weren't for the Jedi I'd be a slave or a moisture farmer now.

And you could have rescued your mother.

Mother. What was she like? The hatred for everyone else engulfs my memories of her. Was she a jedi too? No. She was my mother She was never a Jedi. She was… moisture farmer. That's it. Shmi Lars. Shmi Skywalker. And now she is dead.

Thanks to the jedi.

What? That voice- it's familiar. Palpatine's voice, that's it. What's it saying?

A jedi took you from her. With all their mind tricks why couldn't he have persuaded Watto to let her go too?

But Watto was immune…

So? Qui-Gon had a lightsaber didn't he?

Qui-Gon. Oh, Sith. Qui-Gon, I'm sorry. For everything.

It's too late to be sorry. You're dying.

Dying. Dead. Death. It doesn't really bother me as much as I thought it would. If I die, won't I see my mum? Won't I see Qui-Gon?

No.

Why should I live? I've lost everything.

Except your hatred. Reach out, Anakin. It's the only thing that will save you.

I reach. And fall.