"He was a monster, all along."

Ahsoka's tone is flat. She doesn't mean for it to be. It's as if she can't control herself. Anxiety creeps through her chest and into her throat. Nestles itself in her mouth and makes her words taste like poison when she speaks them.

Fear is a path to the Dark side. She knows this. The Jedi Code is imprinted on her heart; carried with her regardless of where she goes.

But knowledge doesn't stop fear. Doesn't stop anger.

"And I'm just like him," she whispers.