Bo-Katan Kryze sat on the ground, curled into a ball with her head buried deeply between her knees. Her shoulders trembled lightly as she muttered, "It was my fault... I hurt everyone..."
Vitaly Orlov walked over and gently patted her shoulder. "You did nothing wrong. Attacking Sundari City was the right decision. We just never expected Gal Saxon to be so cunning. He must have been the Zann Consortium's biggest pawn."
He sighed softly. "Pre Vizsla turned himself into a public enemy, but looking back, the Zann Consortium had been pushing him all along—driving him completely to the brink of madness before kicking him aside. It had all been planned from the beginning. Pre Vizsla was a discarded piece destined to die, and his greatest use was to build Gal Saxon's prestige through his death."
"It's useless now... Gal Saxon will become Mandalore's master. He'll surely be an excellent ruler. I'm no longer needed." Bo-Katan Kryze murmured, "In the end, I was nowhere near as capable as my sister. I destroyed everything she built with my own hands..."
Vitaly Orlov shook his head, walked over, and sat beside her. "You should know that Yuri Orlov is my brother. Yes, Santa Claus, one of the Milky Way Galaxy's largest arms dealers... But honestly, I truly hate him. I despise him. Yet every time, I still chose to follow him... Since we were children, he had always been restless, running around outside all day and chasing every chance to make money—lots and lots of money."
"Sometimes, I asked him, wasn't it good enough to maintain the status quo? Wasn't it good enough to just run a restaurant properly? But he simply handed me a gun and said, 'Brother in arms.' He found his calling and began selling weapons. Through the last war,