He put his hands over his face and closed his eyes as he tried to absorb that. "He was one of my first friends," he said softly. "When you had things to attend and the Masters had to meet with the Council, he was the one who spent time talking to me... Why.... why would he do that if he was a Sith? Why would he be helping me to...." To try and keep her alive.

.........

By telling him stories about Darth Plageus, and giving him hope that....

"He wanted me to believe the dark side had the power to save you?" he whispered, it was a question. It was a hope he dared not have. It was his heart tearing in half.