To my Mistress Telona,
It has been forever since we have spoken. The years have been long since you left. As I sit here on the edge of oblivion my thoughts turn to you and all of our time together. It seems like a lifetime ago, sitting in the Sword's Sheath among faces that have blurred from my memory long ago. The familiar smell of the asteroid that we called home can still be easily recalled in my mind but so many other things have become foggy with time, and age.
I have found a new home among the Sons and Daughters of Sadow. I am one of them, but then I also am not. I still feel like an outsider even though they have all but embraced me as kin. The station I find myself in life is one I believe you would be proud of. I have amassed glory and riches as well as honor. I command a Harrower-class Dreadnought among a fleet of other starships. I have the ear of the Summit, including Grand Master Muz Keibatsu. I now possess a Raider Corvette for my own musings to do with as I wish. I have all these things but deep down I still feel like a beggar. As if I am pretending. Like these robes hold secrets and lies that I desperately wish to hold in darkness, scared that the light of day will hold both my skin and sins to bare for all to see.
I do not see how to resolve this doubt that has crept up and taken root deep inside me. It is at times like this that I would see your council and wisdom. I would wait for you outside your quarters, or your office, for hours and hours until your duties brought you back. You would look at me and see my conflict within almost instantaneously. You also knew what to say just as quickly. As you taught me the ways of the Krath I began to understand you more bit by bit. We grew was Master and Apprentice for years until I was Knighted and then, well, you know what happened then.
I sit here, in my office off the bridge. It is filled with accolades and trinkets. I have the command of thousands and thousands of people. Yet I sit alone with not one soul for whom I can share any of this with. For I would give it all away to bring you back into this realm. This is why, while I hold the moniker of Sith, I am not sure if I ever could be able to truly claim that title. You taught me to fight with all of my soul and, like you, hold a piece of myself back from the edge of that particular abyss. To have a purpose in what I do and why I do it. Never blindly following others out of fear but fighting with them for glory and honor.
So here I leave you. I am once again moving out to face the enemy. What lays beyond I have no clue but also no fear. If I do fall, please take me to you and promise never to let me go. I still guard these feelings I have, as did you when you drew breath. They, like you, shall never die.
Yours in eternity,
Hades