Adi Gallia's hand holding the wineglass trembled slightly. She set it down gently and said to the robot attendant, "Bring me another strong drink."
"Roger roger." The robot attendant refilled her glass.
Adi Gallia drained it in one gulp, set the glass down, and said, "That really is a shocking name... but why am I not surprised at all? Heh heh heh..."
She gave a bitter, self-mocking smile. "Yes... thinking about it the other way around, only he could have turned this galaxy, this Galactic Republic, into this... No, not entirely."
Adi Gallia continued, "How much of what the Galactic Republic has become was pushed from behind the scenes by the Sith Lord?"
"I don't know," Hermit replied.
"Don't know, or can't say?" Adi Gallia said. "Because saying it aloud would make that conviction in your heart collapse?"
"That is not something the Jedi Order should be considering," Hermit said gravely.
Adi Gallia shook her head and asked, "What do you want from coming here to find the Archangel of Death? Did Master Yoda send you?"
"I came of my own accord," Hermit said. "I wanted to know the answer."
"The answer is simple. Fight all the way to Coruscant," Adi Gallia said as though it were only natural.
"Together with the Archangel of Death?"
"Don't you think that compared to the Archangel of Death, who rose from one corner of the Milky Way Galaxy, Darth Sidious, who sat safely on Coruscant and fooled all of us, fooled the entire Milky Way Galaxy, deserves to be torn to pieces far more?!" Adi Gallia's voice gradually rose.
She swept the wineglass to the floor, shattering it, then turned to face Hermit. "Sheev Palpatine! Is it him? Is he Darth Sidious?! He is... that damned man! We trusted him so much! We