Syrnl: Brother... I'm sorry... for everything. That cursed sword destroyed my life
It's not too late Syrnl.
Syrnl: Perhaps not. Let's do this
*Deac and Syrnl activate their sabers*
DarkStarkiller: Oh look. Syrnl, wussy redemption, and Deac's usual wussiness. How pathetic. Die!
*White and dark force lightning extends from DarkStarkiller's fingers.*
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