Pleu's Promise
"I know," Desdemonda said, "Who is to blame you? Is
Rayna alright."
Pleu looked at his daughter, who was strangely asleep in her crib. She
was crying up until the point where Desdemonda was wounded.
"Yes. Yes, she's fine..."
"Pleu...from the moment she was born, I sensed something in her.
I didn't sense the force, but I sensed something strange about
her...and do you feel it now? Do you feel the force coursing through
her?"
"Yes."
"And you feel the dark side?"
"Yes."
"Then you have to make sure...that she never...becomes a
Jedi...her life should be filled with...joy...laughter...love...keep
her from being what I became. Keep her from the dark side...I love
you..."
"I love you."
Desdemonda fell silent. Pleu had no time to mourn. He picked up his
unconscious daughter and left Tatooine. There was only one person he
could confide in now. He reluctantly returned to Coruscant to meet an
old friend...
"I'm sorry," Pleu whipsered as he held his dying wife in his
arms. "I...I had no choice."
