“Have I no strengths, Master?” Plagueis dropped to one knee in front of him. “You have the Force, Apprentice, and the talent to lead. More, you have the bloodlust of a serial killer, though we need to hold that in reserve unless violence serves some extraordinary purpose. We are not butchers, Sidious, like some past Sith Lords. We are architects of the future.” Sidious swallowed and found his voice. “How long?” Plagueis stood, reigniting the lightsaber as he did so. “Not a standard day sooner than a decade.”
