I can't believe what I'm doing. Bendu's warning flashes in my ears. Yet... how can I not? How can I not learn the knowledge to destroy the Sith. I want to destroy the Empire more than anything. I grip my fists. The empire took away everything from me. My parents. My home. Everything now my friends and my master.

I look at myself in the mirror. I grip the Sith Holocron. The red reflects on me. I see it through my eyes. A taint of red. Am I turning evil? Am I becoming more Sith like? Every minute of every day I feel like I'm being pulled into the shadows. I feel like I'm being pulled into darkness. I'm sinking. 

I'm sinking deep. I've almost drowned. But I have no choice. If I don't do this, my friends will die. Though, I don't completely trust Maul. He's been lying to me for a while. I don't have much choice. I let out a breath. 

The I see a glimmer of a figure. A figure wrapped in black cloth with a mask on. A white mask. It was so fast. Like a blink of an eye. I turn. No one. No one is here. I must be seeing things. I grip the Holocron. This could be a chance in a thousand. One I need to take.