There is much to do to build an empire and much to do to take one down, but murder, at least, is one thing that has always come easy for them.

Murder is the act of falling to their knees, the particular red of their bled Kyber crystal, the sensation of recycled ship air on their scarred face.

Murder is, for better and worse, their legacy — worse for the destruction it has wreaked upon the galaxy, and better for the chance at redemption it grants.