Tang Xiao looked at General Grievous, submerged in a Bacta tank. After a moment of silence, he stepped forward, closed his eyes, and placed his hand against the tank's cold glass.
Crossing the boundary between life and death, bridging the divide between flesh and soul, Tang Xiao opened his eyes again and found himself standing in a completely dark space. Before him stood a tall phantom.
"What is it that you want, Grievous?" Tang Xiao asked calmly.
"Archangel of Death... I still remember the first time I met you on Caladan Planet," Grievous said slowly. "Yet that was also the last time I appeared before you in the form of a Caladanian. After that, I could never connect the Archangel of Death with Tang Xiao, until the war ended..."
He fell silent for a while before continuing, "I... am no longer a Caladanian."
"You are indeed no longer a Caladanian 'man.' You are a Caladanian 'demigod,'" Tang Xiao said. "Because of you, the Caladanians truly gained their own history, their own chronicles. And because of that, they gained a spiritual pillar."
"As a god, as a spiritual pillar, I do not need to remain alive. So it would be better if I died..." Grievous's voice became weathered and weary. "I am... very tired..."
Tang Xiao shook his head. "Tired? Heh heh. No. If you were on the battlefield, you would never grow tired. You feel tired only because you no longer have a goal, no longer have hope."
Grievous fell silent.
"The Caladanians are already on the right track. They are playing an important role within the Fourth Civilization. They are strong and prosperous now, no longer the weak people who had nearly faced extinction over a fine of ten million credits. Bentilass-San-Skar has also perfectly inherited the Caladanian tradition