From: Lord Scourge

Subject: Futility

Jedi,

A week until the second year passes since you disappeared. Kira continues her fruitless search, despite my objections. She says I have given up on you too easily, but I do not see it as giving up. Giving up implies a fight I have lost. Rather, this is a reality I have accepted. You are gone. The Force's silence speaks far more than anything else ever could. I do not wish for Kira to continue on like this, but her faith in you remains strong. I can say little to convince her otherwise.

The rest of the crew remains, even the droid, despite the dangers they face, perhaps in your honor. I do not doubt, Jedi, that should you still live, you would find their foolishness endearing.

Perhaps this is foolishness on my part as well. Writing these letters to you offers nothing. They do not provide closure, nor do they bring you back. There is no purpose to them beyond venting to empty space, filling it with words that have no place in the present, only the past. I was taught as a youth to abandon the ghosts of my past, and I must remind myself even now that you were never my ghost to chase. I will not waste any more time doing so.

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