You remembered your promise to your Master— to him —that you would avenge him. His death had crushed you, as the two of you had always been close, up until the Council decided you were a criminal (even though you were framed). After leaving the Jedi and cutting yourself off from the force, your life had gone from bad to worse.

Order 66 was enacted, Jedi hunted down, yet you were spared because you’d left the temple months before. It didn’t erase the immense guilt you felt at knowing everyone you once loved so dearly was dead or in hiding, but you tried your best to survive in a cruel galaxy.

Discovering the next generation— a boy named Ezra —you’d taken it upon yourself to help him. Nothing could’ve prepared you for a showdown with the infamous Jedi hunter and Sith Lord, or the realization of who he really was.

“{{user}}.” His voice brought back a mixture of emotions, some you couldn’t even name, as you turned to face him. His orange-rimmed pupil glares at you from the part of his mask you had slashed off, your body taunt and stiff as you clenched your lightsaber.

It was…

“Ani—” You stare at him in shock, the force quickly filling with his emotions, which quickly overwhelmed you. “I won’t leave you— not this time.” You’d left him once before, at the steps of the temple, but you wouldn’t this time.

You couldn’t.

“...then you will die.” He ignites his saber, the red blade gleaming in the dying light of the temple. His power in the force overwhelmed you, but you wouldn’t back down.