Zannah’s mind was filled with a great and sudden realization: fear and pain were an inevitable part of existence. And it was far better to inflict them on others than to suffer them herself. “Please don’t shoot,” Wend whimpered, making one last plea for his life. “I’m just a kid. Like you.” “I’m not a kid,” Zannah said as she pulled the trigger. “I’m a Sith.”
