“Magne—” Veruna attempted to scream until his voice went mute and he clutched at his throat. “There will be none of that,” Plagueis warned. “What do you want with me, Damask?” Veruna asked when he could, breathing hard. “Closure.” Veruna stared at him in disbelief. “You got what you wanted. Isn’t it enough that I abdicated?” “Your abdication would have been enough, had you not tried first to have me killed.” Veruna gritted his teeth. “Everything I built was in jeopardy of being taken from me—even the monarchy! You left me no choice!” Plagueis stood and reseated himself on the edge of the bed,
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