I saw her there, my angel, and I knew that it was my actions that had imprisoned her. I looked at her through the two-way mirror, so lost and forlorn. I could hear her heart beat. I could remember the touch of her hands not so long ago. I could feel the darkness overwhelming both her and me.

It was all my fault that she was in that horrible cell, without hope and without me. When had we become so different? It seemed like just yesterday we both wanted the same thing—to destroy the enemy. However, four months apart with duties pulling us in two different directions had changed us into two different people. I saw a new future—a better future—with the transition in our government: equal rights for all, singular leadership from the chancellor, and an end to this pointless war that had already dragged on far too long, killing far too many friends. My angel still desired equality and an end to the war, but she stood against giving the chancellor supreme power. She not only stood against it, but she had formed an alliance to overthrow the government—TRAITOR!

Her actions had determined her destiny. Now, I would never know my child that she carried in her belly. Now, I must give the order to terminate her life.

As I lifted my hand against the glass, black-gloved fingers reaching for her, I finally realized that I truly am evil.

I am Darth Vader.