Hot… It's hot but neither of them could seem to register how hot. It was somehow dark and light at the same time, neither knew how deeply that was true. The air was suffocating, yet they continued in an unstoppable battle. How badly would it end?
Would it even end?
Blue against blue, from a certain point of view, they still stood for the same things, even if they stood from opposite sides of the continuum that was the Force.
Maybe not so far apart…
His anger blinded him like the smoke. He balanced on the debris of scrap metal, barely safe from the lava. One miscalculation in his balance and he'd fall into a fiery doom, and it'd been like that since the very day the darkness penetrated him, seeping into his core as his being howled into the Force, defenseless. From there darkness had taken a permanent residence.
He was defenseless against Palpatine…
The fight had forged on until the two warriors found them in a bad predicament.
Obi-wan stood at the top of the ashy hill, Anakin floating on the wreckage of the lair they'd destroyed in their epic clash.
"It's over Anakin, I have the high ground" Obi-wan pointed out, hoping this would end the battle he did not want to finish. He could not kill the little boy from Tatooine who had looked up to him for so long.
"You underestimate my power" Anakin shouted darkly.
Like Palpatine, or Sidious or whoever, Anakin was over confident, it seemed to be a sith trait, but it was a high weakness that left them vulnerable.
"Don't try it" from untrained ears it seemed like a warning, but it was in truth, begging. Obi-wan was begging his friend to come back, through the tight, nearly severed bond, he'd been begging Anakin to stop, but the young sith did not seem to listen.
Anakin leaped into the air, an aerial flip coming naturally to the action. Though Obi-wan knew what had to have been done, what must have been done, he couldn't. Instead, he made a crippling slash to the man's side, fatal to the battle, but not the little boy on Tatooine. Anakin fell to the ground with a thud, pain coursing through his right side. His breath heavy, ragged, suffocated. His yellow bled eyes stared at Obi-wan.
Why? The little boy on Tatooine asked.
Why, Obi-wan?
Why… master?
Anakin felt like the darkness of death would claim him. Had he not been in such a poor condition, he'd laugh madly at the irony, dieing from trying to save his love from dieing. Like the story of Darth Plagues. Was it even real? How had he been so stupid?
Obi-wan stared at his former padawan. What could he do now? Anakin was in pain, suffering to his cores. Obi-wan blinked away tears that welled. Anakin was fading, he'd cut to deep. Obi-wan focused the pure white light, as little as there was left, and swirled it around Anakin.
The darkness in him rebelled, screamed within Anakin, harming the young man more. It's screams of rejection becoming Anakin's.
Obi-wan placed his former padawan in a healing trance, one heavy enough to keep him from waking until he recovered. The young man stopped scream, fighting the pain with in him, his breathing slow, dangerous for anyone on this planet. He picked up the young man and carried him to the ship that awaited on the landing platform, now a half mile away.