It's always interesting, seeing how people will spin stories to calm their consciences. If that's what helps you sleep at night, Krennic. It certainly makes for a nice, fictional story.
There once was a time I was able to look after your family, including your mother. Your father was grateful for the apartment I provided for the three of you and the positions I secured for him.
He had no choice. You gave him no choice. Once he realized what it was going to be used for .. Why do you think we fled to Lah'mu? Don't fool yourself even further into your delusions.
I'm certain my father would have very different things to say, but of course, you tell yourself what you need to in order to function throughout the day. I'm sure your imagination knows no bounds.
He knew that you did, once upon a time. He knew that you were his friend many moons ago. He also knew that your self-imposed exile drove you mad and power-hungry.
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Death, imprisonment ... those aren't choices.
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