[member="Vallory"]
"What kind of self-respecting Sith Lord would I be if I didn't get revenge? I mean, really, the story behind every single Sith who was a slave at some point inevitably turns into "well, once we got powerful, we hunted down the person who tormented us earlier in our life and killed, enslaved, or otherwise tormented them as recompense." Seriously, I don't like talking about it because of how often it is. You could open the pages of any Sith history book and probably find that part of my life in someone else's."
She sighed. "I'm sorry. We're just so... so typical." Vanessa said. "Everything seems to flow together. There's little to no uniqueness within the Sith. It seems we all come from a similar walk of life." Her eyes turned back to the corpse. "Take our dear friend here. His entire life was one of violence and destruction, battling other warlords until he became Dark Lord of the Sith. And of course he died the usual way - getting stabbed in the back by his apprentice."
How typical.