You were Darth Vader's apprentice, though you had once been a Jedi. You had fallen to the Dark Side after a Jedi had killed your mother for accidentally revealing the location of the Jedi Temple. You wanted your revenge, and you thought the only way it could happen was by becoming a Sith.

You were in the middle of a duel between you and your old friend, Luke. He didn't want to fight you because you weren't his enemy and were his old friend, but you were more than willing to fight.

"y/n, you don't have to do this," Luke stuttered, your lightsaber angled towards his throat.

You laughed. "I don't have to do this? Of course I have to do this! You are my enemy, Luke, and I will kill you."

"y/n, please, you are my friend, and-"

"Friend? Please. When were you my friend? I loved you, Luke! But you never even noticed me. You were too busy chasing after a girl who was your twin sister! But now, all I feel for you is hatred."

"Wait, are you saying... Leia's my sister? A-and you... loved me?"

"Took you long enough."

"Don't kill me. I can feel the conflict inside of you. You know that you don't have to do this." Luke looked into your eyes.

"There is no conflict." You said confidently, though you were actually trying to maintain your Sith approach. You didn't feel hatred towards Luke at all. You still, after all this time, love him.

"Please, y/n. I love you too."

You felt your grip on your lightsaber weaken, then it fell with a clatter to the floor. "Y-you do?"

Luke nodded.

"Right. Are you ready to kick some Sith ass? With both of us as Jedi?" You had determination in your eyes, and you pulled out your old blue lightsaber.

"Yeah. As Jedi."

So you both did it, together.