[He didn't know enough of the Jedi to understand their teachings. He had been pushed to gain power and to be useful. Nothing more, nothing less. Personal ambition was a third thought.]
Do we always eventually?
I don't want to hurt my brother. He deserves better.
[He hummed low and long, like he was trying to remember the details in the haze.]
We crossed sabers with him in the throne room then I headbutted him off a balcony. [A low growl.] He pulled us down and we fought more. I think... yes, he overcame by brother's defenses and knocked him out for a few moments. I crossed blades with him, but... he was toying with me. Then when brother woke, he stabbed me in the hearts and... [He made a sound one might associate with a propeller. Flying, he meant. He had been sent flying.]
[ that is . . . impressive. powerful. which he had to be, considering the way he disguised himself so well. for a sith, palpatine's tactics are almost jedi-like in nature. he never gets swayed by anger or fear.
I knew the moment he walked into that room and threw us both into a window that we would die.
[He could slowly dredge up all those times when he thought he would die, the discomfort overcame with adrenaline and the struggle to survive. His brother's master was terrifying, but for a Sith, that was good enough to wage war.]
I died. My brother lived... he was useful after all.
[No, it was all food, but he didn't care enough to clarify. Also, he went between feeling vulnerable and invincible when like this, so better to downplay it.]
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Do we always eventually?
I don't want to hurt my brother. He deserves better.
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At least, that is what I believe.
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I won't hurt my brother then. I can control that.
That's why I serve the way I do.
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As I said, service can be dangerous in its way. Sometimes, people need to be challenged before they go down paths that could cause harm.
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[Was that a low chuckle? Yes, yes it was.]
I entered a challenge with his master... he stabbed me in the hearts. That was... a bad day.
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What happened?
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[He was vapid enough to probably talk a bit about most things.]
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[He hummed low and long, like he was trying to remember the details in the haze.]
We crossed sabers with him in the throne room then I headbutted him off a balcony. [A low growl.] He pulled us down and we fought more. I think... yes, he overcame by brother's defenses and knocked him out for a few moments. I crossed blades with him, but... he was toying with me. Then when brother woke, he stabbed me in the hearts and... [He made a sound one might associate with a propeller. Flying, he meant. He had been sent flying.]
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nothing but a cold heart. ]
It must have been terrifying.
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[He could slowly dredge up all those times when he thought he would die, the discomfort overcame with adrenaline and the struggle to survive. His brother's master was terrifying, but for a Sith, that was good enough to wage war.]
I died. My brother lived... he was useful after all.
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So it seems.
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Imma... gonna stare at the ceiling for awhile...
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What brought this on, by the way?
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[No, it was all food, but he didn't care enough to clarify. Also, he went between feeling vulnerable and invincible when like this, so better to downplay it.]
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[ he's not here to question it after all. ]
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[And he clicked off.]