Lost Stars

Sometimes we're loyal to more than one thing. When there's a conflict, we have to choose which loyalty to honor.

Believing in something greater than ourselves isn’t crazy. It’s proof we’re sane. Look how vast the galaxy is. Don’t you have to admit we can’t be the greatest power within it?

That was how evil magnified itself: it took root in the young and grew along with them.

You don't even know what loyalty means." "The hell I don't! Ciena, if I weren't loyal to you, would I be here?

We killed billions of people. We slaughtered billions, and afterward we were expected to applaud.

Maybe Ciena was right. Maybe the Force was bringing them together, over and over. If so, Thane decided, the Force had a sick sense of humor.

The problem here is that you're questioning yourself. Self-doubt will cripple you more surely than fear ever could...if you fall apart after every major engagement, you'll self-destruct before long.

Nadie nunca puede saber la verdad absoluta. Esa es la razón de ser de las promesas. De otra manera, sería muy fácil, ¿no lo crees? Miramos hacia un futuro incierto y prometemos cumplir nuestra palabra sin importar lo que suceda.

He still knew how she moved.

Nobody ever knows the whole truth. That’s why promises mean something. Otherwise they’d be too easy, don’t you see? We look toward the unknown future and promise to be faithful no matter what comes.

If the Empire would destroy a world as important and prosperous as Alderaan... no place in the galaxy was safe.

Aveces somos leales a más de una cosa. Cuando hay un conflicto debemos decidir a quién dar nuestra lealtad.

Tal vez tenía poco, pero todo lo que tenía y todo lo que hacía estaba cargado de significado y valor.

The Death Star was gone. Had the Empire itself fallen with it?

And who is this General Calrissian? Thane decided not to ask that question out loud. If the Rebel Alliance was happy turning over its two most critical missions of all time to a bunch of brand-new generals, okay, fine—

He’d spent his entire childhood suffering under the cruelty of one hypocrite; he refused to inflict suffering on behalf of another, even if that person was the Emperor.

We keep telling each other good-bye. When am I finally going to believe it?

Thane had never been one of the idealists; he'd accepted Wedge Antilles's invitation not because he believed the Rebellion was pure good but because he'd learned the Empire was pure evil.

It can't be. They would never do that again. But they had. Ciena couldn't deny what she saw- -a second Death Star.

The Empire might have demanded that they sacrifice their souls, but at one point, the majority of those people had been no worse than any others. All that was good in them had been lost to the Empire and to the war; surely that was worth grieving for.

The words Death Star were harder for him to say now that the death was real.

Everyone was supposed to love Emperor Palpatine. Everyone said he was the bravest, most intelligent person in the galaxy, that he was the one who had brought order after the chaos of the Clone Wars.

I see the darkness within the Empire. How could I not?

Because the deck is always stacked, Ciena. All we can do is stack it in our favor.

Thane whispered to Yendor, "Who the hell is General Solo?

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

These terrorists had gambled on the proposition that the Empire would never strike back.

Science is the study of the entire material universe. Therefore everything is science—whether you see it or not.