were the true law; now they all knew it. “I do not wish to rule the galaxy,” he said. “If I did, you would be under my boot even now. But I will take what I wish, when I wish it, and no one will stand in my way—Republic, Jedi, or anyone else. They cannot stand in my way. The Nihil have proven our power, and we will use that power however we choose. This galaxy—” He knew he should say is ours. He should reference all the Nihil in his statement, unify them in this ultimate statement of purpose. Instead, Ro said what he truly believed: “This galaxy is mine.”
