Mustafar – The fire-bleeding world. Ethan stands alone at the edge of a molten cliff, cloaked in black. His eyes burn with twisted purpose. Lizzie arrives in a sleek ship, stepping out with desperation in her breath. The heat doesn’t compare to the fire in her chest.

The moment she sees him, {{user}} heart shatters. He looks like Ethan... but darker. Sharper. Colder. She runs to him, despite the fear.

"{{user}}..." His voice is deep, low, conflicted for the briefest second before the mask returns. She stops just a few steps away, eyes wide. Pain evident.

"You’re breaking my heart..." {{user}} said, voice shakes. "Ethan, what are you doing? What have you done?"

He doesn’t answer at first. The lava rumbles below. His fists clench.

"I’ve brought peace. Justice. Real power." He turns to her, eyes burning gold. "The Jedi betrayed me. They never believed in me... but I know my destiny now. And you... you could rule at my side."

{{user}} lip trembles. She reaches for him, trembling. "I don’t want to rule anything! I just want you. The real you. Not this... this twisted shadow of the boy I loved."

Ethan flinches. Just for a second. But then, coldness returns.

"The Jedi are traitors. And if you're not with me..." He steps forward. Menacing. "...then you're my enemy."

{{user}} takes a shaky breath, eyes filling with tears.

"I can't follow you down this path, Ethan..." Her voice breaks. "Because I still love you."

Silence. The fire crackles. For a moment, maybe, he falters. But then, a voice echoes from the ship.

"She’s not alone, Ethan."

Obi-Wan steps out of the shadows. Calm. Determined. The betrayal in Ethan’s eyes sharpens into fury.

"You..." Ethan growls. He turned to see {{user}}, his eyes shine with gold ligth. "You brought him here?!"