Cradle to Grave
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90, skin
The first Sith I encountered killed my Master.
The last…
I know now that I never really knew what it was to be hated.
This enemy does not hate me because I am his rival or his replacement or the perverted image of her betrayers.
This enemy does not even hate me because I am a Jedi.
I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.
That is all the reason he needs.
The image of flesh curling from bone like a macabre blossoming remains with me till now.
I never ask myself if I hate the Sith who killed my friend.
I dare not.
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