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Aubrey's crap: Little drabble I wrote a while ago, and am just getting to upload. Post ROTS. Please Enjoy it.
Legacies of Failure
Our legacies are often very hard fought for. They are our gifts to future generations, forged as proof of our achievements – our very existence. But, mine is a legacy of failure. What kind of gift is that? One for generations who will never live to know of it, by the looks of things. Because of Vader, the responsibility of those children's deaths is mine alone to bear. The Force certainly knows he won't.
He was my greatest failure.
A failure of insight – of compassion. I'm sorry, my Ani. I had so many chances to save you, and I passed them all up. My last known opportunity was your death, and even that I let go. I couldn't not bear to kill you, though I knew your life was your destruction. I knew you were already dead in spirit, if not in body.
Forgive me, Ani. Forgive my greatest blunder. Hindsight has led me to regret it every day of my life. When that ends, I know already that I shall regret it still more, in death, until I can hold you in my arms once more.
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