I cannot help these feelings of frustration. I expected more from the Masters, some sort of legitimacy from them.
Maybe that’s foolish. Maybe that’s the Dark Side. To want glory and acknowledgment.
To want her.
I don’t feel myself slipping towards darkness, but did any Sith feel it? Did any of them realize what they were becoming before it was too late?
I must remain on guard against these feelings.
But all the same, I have them.