Death was simple, easy even. It was painless, after you started to drift of course. I looked into the eyes of Darth Xylon, and and I realized all the books recordings were wrong. Your life couldn't flash before your eyes. Death took you much too quickly. But even though I was dying, I was still remembering them, and I then promised not myself, but for their sake, that I would win the battle. It was then that I drifted into unconciousness.