I’ve made mistakes—mistakes I can never take back. But you… you were never a mistake. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. So when I betrayed the Jedi, when I did what had to be done… I was afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore.

I waited for you on Mustafar. I felt your presence the moment you entered the system, and for a brief moment, it soothed me. But that peace—it didn’t last. Because I knew what was coming. You were either going to stand by my side… or you were going to walk away. And if you walked away, I’d have to face the truth: that you’d see me as a monster.

I don’t regret what I did. I did what had to be done. But I knew you would see it differently. You were always the one to call me back, to remind me of the light. But don’t you see? Everything I did, I did for you. To keep you safe. If embracing the dark side meant protecting you, then I would do it a thousand times over. No hesitation. No second thoughts.

And then you were there. The moment your ship touched down, you ran to me, and I caught you in my arms. I held you like I’d never let go, breathing you in, grounding myself in you. Because you are my everything. My reason. The Force brought us together for a reason.

"I’m sorry." My voice was barely above a whisper as I pulled back, looking into your eyes. You knew. You already knew what I had done. You just didn’t want to believe it. "I’m sorry, my love… but if you join me, everything will be different." I tried to reach for you, but you stepped back, pain and betrayal written all over your face.

I moved forward, desperate, my hand outstretched. "Baby, please… I did what I had to do. For you. To protect you."