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“I don’t.” L i a r. The falsehood in her words leaves a hollow ringing in the back of her mind. She wouldn’t ever admit it, but there were plenty of reasons she could think of that would perfectly explain her self loathing.
Being unable to save and protect her sisters from Grievous and his droids (she should have been stronger, by the Force she should have fought harder). Failing to carry out her revenge on her former master (the bastard deserved to die for what he’d done, for betraying her and leaving her to r o t). Even with Kenobi by her side, she had failed to kill Savage Opress (the monster that foiled her plans to murder Dooku).
And now, after all her failures and falls from grace, she could only sit here useless as she remembered Quinlan’s fall at the hands of Count Dooku (and at her own hands, as well). He’d learned of the lies she’d fed him, of his Jedi master’s murder that she had committed all that time ago, and in his anger and rage he too had turned on her, left her, attempted to take her life. The one person in the galaxy that she dared to think might have loved her… even he had betrayed her trust (but not before she’d betrayed his).
If there was anyone in the galaxy that had a reason to hate themselves, that person was Asajj Ventress.