The Count closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, as though moved by Adachi's admission. But while Adachi felt as though his heart was being squeezed, there was no such pressure on the block of dark ice that rested within Dooku's own chest. Only a vague irritation that he had judged wrongly.
"I had thought that you and I had something in common," he said. "But perhaps I was wrong. While I came to despise the world around me, I never came to feel the same way toward myself. And never did I desire self-destruction, unless it was to tear down the falsehoods that had ensnared me."
Master Dooku had died so that Darth Tyranus could be created. A fair trade, in Dooku's estimation.
"Are you truly happier now?" He asks, ignoring Riza to focus once more on the detective's eyes.
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The Count closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, as though moved by Adachi's admission. But while Adachi felt as though his heart was being squeezed, there was no such pressure on the block of dark ice that rested within Dooku's own chest. Only a vague irritation that he had judged wrongly.
"I had thought that you and I had something in common," he said. "But perhaps I was wrong. While I came to despise the world around me, I never came to feel the same way toward myself. And never did I desire self-destruction, unless it was to tear down the falsehoods that had ensnared me."
Master Dooku had died so that Darth Tyranus could be created. A fair trade, in Dooku's estimation.
"Are you truly happier now?" He asks, ignoring Riza to focus once more on the detective's eyes.