He was no longer a follower of the Sith; he no longer hungered to learn the secrets of the dark side. But how could this old man, a devoted follower of General Hoth, know that? If he remembered Darovit, he would remember him only as the enemy. For a second he thought about trying to escape. Just turn and run, and the tired old man still catching his breath wouldn’t be able to stop him. It was the kind of thing he’d once done all the time. But things were different now. Whether it was from guilt, maturity, or simply a desire to see it all end, Darovit didn’t run away. Whatever fate awaited him,
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