[The healing helps bolster him and he straightens up and gives chaos a nod of appreciation. He turns toward the reconstruction. Yes... His father. His family. His wives... His children... He shudders as things come flooding back, both good and bad memories. But something very important is still missing. He knows what it is. Who it is. She is as elusive now as she was when her body was lost to the sea after that terrible battle. He can remember her and knows what she means to him but the details are what is lost; the depth of his feelings. He can feel the surface of them but can't break underneath it.]

There must be another.

[He turns, searching. It seems this most important memory is harder to find as if it has been very deeply buried - and for good reason. Her loss had driven his despair and his hatred. He had destroyed civilisations to avenge her. His perpetual grief had given him a new identity. One purpose. Dooku and Sidious had twisted all of this, along with his loyalty to his own people, to their own ends - while diminishing those original thoughts and emotions in the process. Maybe now they would appear again and together. Or would he have to defeat others? The Old Republic. The Jedi. The Separatist allies who had also used him. All of them? Something else? He didn't know but he wanted to find this enemy. He believed it may be the last, but also of course it would be the most difficult to overcome.]