“Isn’t it wonderful, my apprentice?” Palpatine slurred the last word, almost mocking his once perfect prodigy.

“Never forget, Lord Vader,” Palpatine spoke in what Vader had begun to recognize as his condescending lecture. “For all their talks of peace and compassion, it was the Jedi who organized Mandalore’s genocide.”

“Of course they did,” Palpatine chuckled, that cold, horrible laugh. “You can’t kill something so widespread. So instead they hit it where the Mandalorians would most feel it. Their families. When you can’t kill your enemy, you kill the only ones they care about. Sooner or later, your enemies will either take their own lives, or arrive to avenge their loved ones.”