How does it feel to know that my death scene gets replayed over and over? Hmm, strange feeling it is, to see one’s end eternal in playback. Moments of passing, a reflection they become. For Jedi, death is not an end but transformation. Yet, odd it seems—my frailty, my fading—watched for entertainment. Honor it carries, perhaps, if wisdom in my words viewers find. But humor, too, in imagining how tired of dying I might grow, were I truly watching! Heh, a legacy through replay, immortality of a...