I sit in my meditation chamber alone. If I focus hard enough, I can breathe without my mask. Suddenly, I have a vision that reminds of a dream I'd long forgotten.
I'm back in the field, not as an observer, but as a participant. I see same dark man twisting a young man with those same tight, thick, black ropes, making him fight me. Those same ropes are connecting me to the man, but he's not pulling the strings. I also see a light that bears the shape of the good man using those same loose, white ropes that he used to control (guide?) me on the young man, but they start to dim and brighten, the light ebbing and flowing, till they are almost gone.
I am no longer a participant, but am once again the observer. The young man is now almost totally controlled by the dark side of the Force. He deals me several near fatal blows till I am almost dead. All of a sudden, the cords connecting him to the clouded man dissolve, and those white ribbons come back, brighter and more solid than ever, reconnecting him to the light man. All of a sudden, thousands of those ebony cords shoot out towards the boy, constricting him, killing him. I get up. Who shall I serve; to whom shall I go? Suddenly, a familiar face resurfaces, one that I haven't seen in almost thirty years and had hoped never to see again. Only now do I realize that he was right and I was wrong. I killed master Windu, I cannot allow the young man to be killed also. Suddenly, and without my realization, cords of red shoot out towards the Emperor, destroying him. As the dream fades, I reveal myself to the youth.
As the vision ends, I sense Luke's presence. I go up to the bridge to check it out. He's fallen right into my master's trap.