The man that stood in front you was unrecognizable. Who was once your friend, your lover, was now opposing you and your cause. “You can’t win, you know this.” His lightsaber crosses with yours.

His crystal blue eyes are now crimson red, filled with hatred and despair. He uses little pressure to push your saber closer to you, pulling away.

“You miss me. I know you missed us. Join me and we can be together again.” He promises, retracting his saber.

A force pushes the both of you away from each other.

He took note to the bruises and wounds littering on your body from when his saber made contact with your body, clothes ripped and burned.

“We were unstoppable,” he whispers, “and we still can be.”