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[prophesiedone]

[Late night thoughtful texts are the best...]

If you're the cause of someone's death, can you ever be forgiven?

[Asking for a friend. Right. Also "causing someone's death" obviously means murder.]

I'm not sure it's possible. Maybe that's the way it should be. There has be some justice in the universe.

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[kanyounot]

If you're so aware of it, why can't you resist it? Why do you give in? Own your decisions. If you're angry, or frustrated or sad, acknowledge it and do something good.

You have your family here. If not for yourself, be better for them.

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[photophobic]

So you define yourself by your ties to others. Strange that you ever thought you were suited to be a Jedi.

You are my grandfather, the source of my power. You are always welcome to spar with me. I will provide you with a challenge and keep you sharp. Do the same for me.

[generalgrievous]

A good question. They would likely still need some sort of training but away from the ways of the Jedi or the Sith.

Perhaps they could find ways for the Force to aid their planets and their families.

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[prophesiedone]

I became a Sith to save someone I love. If she were in danger, I would be tempted again. There is a lot of power in the Dark and the pain is briefly numbed.

My fear is what I must overcome. Then I can break ties with the Sith.

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[prophesiedone]

There is no happiness in being alone. I am proud of my ties; family has always meant everything to me.

I was taken by the Jedi from my mother. I didn't really want to leave her and I didn't know what becoming a Jedi fully entailed. Not then.

That works for me. I hope I can become more than a sparring partner or a source of your power in time.

[prophesiedone]

I like that idea.

I wish I could have defended my mother in that way.

[generalgrievous]

It is rare for a Kaleesh to know the Force. If I had been gifted with it, that is what I would have done. I did defend my family and people as much as I was able to, but it could have given me even more ways to keep them safe.

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[therewillbeorder]

So far I've just been working on the programming- I haven't switched anything on yet.

But we can do that together and then put the engine in.

[prophesiedone]

[He is starting to think Grievous deserves a taste of the Force. At least. Maybe he wouldn't have allied with Siths that way.]

There must be some reasoning behind all of it. I don't know why I was born or how.

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[prophesiedone]

I'm honored you waited! It will be nice to see the first run. I'll show you how to program different languages and functions.

[generalgrievous]

What do you mean?

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[photophobic]

You are my grandfather. I spent more time than you can imagine wishing I could have met you. It is no small thing to no longer be alone.

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[therewillbeorder]

I don't speak any other languages- what language would you program in it?

[prophesiedone]

I only have a mother.

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[prophesiedone]

I wish I could have met you too. Leia couldn't have kept you from me.

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[prophesiedone]

I know Galactic Basic, Huttese and I understand the Bith language.

[generalgrievous]

What happened to your father?

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[photophobic]

She likely would have tried. But we have met each other here. That is what matters.

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[therewillbeorder]

We will put in Basic, naturally.

Huttese- certainly. I only speak a few words of Huttese, however.

[prophesiedone]

He never existed.

The Jedi thought my father was the Force.

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[prophesiedone]

You've suffered, though. I feel like I should be able to make all of it right. I'm sorry I can't.

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[prophesiedone]

I can teach you the rest if you like? And Bith is just numbers.

[generalgrievous]

I never knew my own mother... But I am certain she existed.

Are you saying the Force can father children?

[prophesiedone]

I knew her; I lived with her until I was nine.

I'm evidence of that. My mother told me and Master Qui-Gon that she hadn't been with any man before she was pregnant with me.

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[photophobic]

My past is my past. It belongs to me exactly as it is, and I have earned my existence by walking the path laid out for me even when it was difficult. If it were even possible, changing my past would unmake me. I am my struggles. I am everything I did to overcome.

I have no use for apologies. Walk with me here, instead. That is all I require of you.