Neverland
How awful it would be to have to fight your own apprentice. The person you taught, that was almost like your child, your kin. What if Orgus Din had lived and faced the Knight when they were possessed by the Emperor (the first time).
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Orgus Din wonders if there’s something wrong with him. Something wrong with the way he has lived his life. Something wrong with how he learned, how he taught. After the Sacking and losing Bengel, he had to step back from teaching. He had gotten too close. Bengel’s loss had hit him too hard.
But Bengel hadn’t died. And Orgus wished he could have been happy for the revelation. That dear boy he had taught, he had become something worse. Something hateful and violent and bent on revenge. Orgus blamed himself, of course, if he had looked harder for his Padawan, never given up… perhaps he could have found him in time to hold him to the Light.
After all that time, he had taken another. Her star shone as Bengel’s once did, but they were as different as night and day. Bengel was gentle and quiet; Jasati was loud and brash. But it was Jasati that had brought Bengel back. She had stayed her blade and offered him a path to healing, to redemption. They were both kind. Both wanting to see the best in people.
So Orgus wondered if the problem laid with him as he stood out in the wastes of Quesh, toxic winds whipping around him. He had lost a second Padawan to the Dark Side.
Read the rest on AO3 (as I got a bit wordy for a tumblr post oops)