The galaxy was in the hands of a Sith. The Jedi had been completely destroyed. He would tell himself these things, but there were moments when it all still seemed impossible, even though he’d been in the middle of it. He had seen events firsthand and learned of others as if they
were body blows. […] This was his life now. To protect a baby who didn’t know him, might never know him. To have no one by his side, ever again. To be Master to none, to have his life linked to no one. To coexist with memories that he could not live with. To have the memory of Anakin be like living fire in his gut. To get up every day, to stand, to watch, to live, when so many had died. And keep on walking.
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