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There is no place in the life of a Sith for remorse. It is poison, a weakness, the teachings of the Sith say. Every cruelty inflicted, every being trampled, every life wrenched away is not only necessary to increase one’s strength, but something that one truly committed to the way of the Sith would revel in and wholly embrace. Because what greater pleasure is there than in crushing the weak?
There should be no conflict in one’s feelings on this.
There is no conflict.
So must one insist, if they wish to avoid confronting the horrors of what they’ve done.