Last Thoughts
As soon as Vader grabbed him I knew there would be no escape. After all, he was the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, and then I had trained him myself in the ways of the Sith. Great. Just peachy.
Vader is going to murder me! I don't believe it. Although, I suppose I do deserve it. After all, I did completely ruin Darth Vader's life. But then again, I saved him too. When he was practically dead, out of the goodness of my heart (well okay it was really because it was so profitable for me) I saved him. By encasing him in a black life support suit with an evil hissing breath mechanism, leaving the once handsome man a crippled ugly half-droid man.
All right maybe I do deserve for him to kill me. Why must it be now though? I had just gotten settled being the evil Emperor of the galaxy. I had planned for so long and just because that idiotic long-lost son had to turn up it was all for nothing! I mean, really! The two don't really even know each other but Luke acts like they were best friends. "I will not fight you father". Oh please- and Luke thinks Vader sucks up to me! And he has a daughter too- Leia. I remember how Vader tortured her. It was quite pathetic actually. Vader almost got her to talk by threatening to cut off one of her precious buns. Women- only Vader could have come up with a threat like that.
And speaking of Vader…. since he seems to be easily ignoring the massive electric currents pouring into him, I suppose I really can't win.
I am going to die. Vader stopped now. Hmmm….. most curious. Apparently the conventional ways I had taught him to kill people weren't going to happen to me. Suddenly I was flung into oblivion and felt myself start the inevitable fall. This is the end. If the fall doesn't kill me then I will most certainly blow up with my ship.
Air blowing past, I felt my whole life flashing before my eyes. I see a weathered old farmhouse... With a white picket fence... I'm running through fields of alfalfa with my collie, Rex. No Rex, not on the alfalfa. And I see my mother... I see Mama, standing on the back porch... And I hear her calling out to me..."Alvin, don't forget your chores! The wood needs a-cordin' and the cows need a-milkin'! Alviiiiin! Aaaaalviiiiiiiiiiiin!"... Wait a minute. My name's not Alvin. That's not my life. Someone else's life is flashing before my eyes. What the hell is that about?
With this last thought, Darth Sidious died.