The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres- they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same.

Such is the vastness of his genius that he can outwit even himself.

Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is every mortal's shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that shadow slowly round, until what stretched behind one now stretches before him.

You always fashioned yourself as the Empire's harshest Fist, didn't you, Korbolo Dom? As if cruelty's a virtue.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

War has its necessities...and I have always understood that. Always known the cost. But, this day, by my own hand, I have realized something else. War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life.

The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres- they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same.