"Don't," she said, her voice low. She was still crying, but she was calmer now. The color had drained from her face. She'd stopped fighting. He wouldn't have called her here if it wasn't important--if it wasn't real. She couldn't just pretend it was all a story that happened to someone else.
Her Master. Her hero. A Sith. A murderer.
"No one mentioned me because he killed everyone that ever knew me," she said, her voice bitter.