Veruna’s face was losing color, and his breathing had slowed. “Bring … me back. I can still be … of service … to you …” “But you are, Your Majesty. A celebrated ancient poet once said that every death lessened him, for he considered himself to be a brother to every living being. I, on the other hand, have come to understand that every death I oversee nourishes and empowers me, for I am a true Sith.” “No … better than … an Anzati.” “The brain eaters? What does better than mean to those of us who have passed beyond notions of good and evil? Are you better than Bon Tapalo? Are you better than
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