He had lost everything, his possessions, his loved ones, and his own will to live. and order.ĭarth Nihilus, or rather the man who would become him, was a mere shell of a man after the Mandalorian Wars. and where there was chaos, he brought stillness. He fed upon its ugliness, its screaming, and in its place, he left silence. He convinced me the galaxy, all life must die. He showed me to make me believe in his cause. To see such creatures, disconnected from themselves, their world, their place in it, unable to see the currents and how they affected everything around them.
He showed the flickering of life on other planets, the mass of beings that swarm through the empty places of the galaxy. He made me see, and at that moment, I longed for death more than anything, even more than in those moments when I had lain next to the bodies of my kind. To this galaxy, my world, absent the currents and spectrums of the Force, was nothing but crude matter, rock, flesh, emptiness.
And for the first time, I saw the galaxy. He walked upon the surface of my dead world, and there, lying in the bodies of my race, he took me for his own.