As a child, I never considered that this could be the way which my life would end. I had never given it much thought. But now it seems so close at hand that it crowds my mind, demands every thought.

Vader is speaking, but I barely hear; I answer, though I know it will have no effect: "I will not fight you." My words sound weak. I am tired of fighting. I am hiding in the dark, struggling to hold on to what light is left - it is very little. But I still must hold on.

"Give yourself to the dark side."

My resolution sways. It would be so easy, so relieving. But something says no.

"It is the only way you can save your friends." My mind pleads with me. "Are they not your friends? Do you not care?" I have no answer. I am lost, drowning in the darkness. I suddenly feel Leia; she is in pain, and my mind screams with her. I must help them; they are my friends - I love them.

I suddenly realize Vader has heard my every thought. I put my mental shields up, but it is too late.

No, Force, please, no!

"Yes. Your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for...sister." My breath catches in my throat. "No!" my mind screams in desperation; it begs me to act, but I cannot move. "So, you have a twin sister. Your feelings have betrayed her, too."

"You have betrayed her," my mind tells me, "You have allowed this monster to know of her!" Still I have no answer. The dark is suffocating me, killing me slowly. I cannot think, cannot breathe.

"You must kill him, or he will take her. He will take her, and the Rebellion will be lost." The thought hits me, hard and cold.

But I understand now. Perhaps anger is the only way; perhaps it is not as evil as my Master made it out to be.

"Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will."

I give in; I allow my anger to take me - and I relish the feeling.
I must save my friends.

I will kill Darth Vader.