Saber sighed, setting down his fifth glass.
"Another round."
The man behind counter poured Saber's final glass.
"The last regret...putting my loved ones in danger."
Saber drank the glass. He heard voices across the room.
"There he is...get him out the bar. Then will do the job."
Saber heard the voices, but he didn't care. The men put arms around him, and dragged him outside.
"Any last words?"
"There is no death, there is the force."
The men chuckled.























