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You were promised everything and anything you could wish for.
The dark side was good at making promises, because it never needed to keep them. How could anything that needed to be concerned with feasibility and consequences ever compete?
Power, it whispered, but never spoke of how it would always threaten to slip out of your grasp, never enough.
Freedom, it whispered, but only if you were strong by the standards of the Sith. Only if you took it by force, leaving no freedom for those crushed under your heel.
Immortality, it whispered, but to your apprentice it whispered, “Kill.”