[member="Gowlna"] The infant thinks this is a game? The nexus that passes for my soul has butchered more people over the course of 435 years than there can exist on one planet alone.... personally, slowly, and deliberately... I got to know each and every murder before they ultimately succumbed to the strange fate of death, a fate I have not known in totality.
I have been many things, and no matter how many times the body fails I remain... your mortality is as quaint as your threat to the Uncle of the most dangerous genocidal maniac in the galaxy, and Great Grandfather to a man who controlled a quarter of the galaxy through sheer will alone, and the Sickness of the Valley of Korriban, who claimed enough lives without explanation as to become a legend of fear universal.
Indeed, if I could be sane, a powerful ally I could be to you. Yet I speak unto you as if you were already dead, because I cannot comprehend what is alive. All is but amusement. All is fantasy. All is subject to my delusions and sadistic desire, and your false superiority has undone you.
Welcome to the Madness!