Disclaimer: Can you not see, I have no beard still, I do not own Star Wars, and I likely never will.
AN: Yet another fic in my 'lets not bash Anakin'-series. Maybe I'm finally growing up?
AN2: I needed some practice writing in an impersonal, self-condemning we. This OneShot may not entirely fit the bill, but at least I had fun ^^
~mostly by imagining the Omake was actually part of this~
~It. Is. Not.~
Depolarisation
The Jedi were right, the Sith were wrong
The Jedi were wrong, the Sith were right
Their codes both a fragment of what should be
A mere perversion, following a distorted truth.
What is Balance if one only sees part of the picture?
Foolishly we denied half of what is, what we are and what conceived you?
How can we continue on, if we only acknowledge what we want to exist?
Any one being can only wonder, young one,
if in the end you did fullfil the prophecy as was intended
You embody both our sin and our virtue
Our emotions, and our peace
Our ignorance, our Knowledge, our passion and serenity
You embody chaos, and harmony
Born of Death and of Life
Rest, for it is what you deserve my Child
TheyWeAllI feel nothing but pride for you
Surely
In the end
You did the best you could
(Omake: 'Although I am SO putting you in Anger Management Classes, young man!')