Picture Perfect
My lightsabre.
She holds it out to me, and I fight the urge to recoil. I haven't seen that weapon in nearly three decades. I haven't thought about it in nearly half that time. I have seen what such weapons can do. What happens when they're turned on those you hold dear to you. I flex my fingers that once held the device, remembering the pain of losing my hand. How the wound crept down my arm into my heart. How I just wanted to let go. How I did let go.
I felt the same way after Ben…did what he did.
She still holds it out to me. Why, I wonder? Does she expect me to take it? Does she think I would even want to hold a lightsabre? Does she think that I need one? There is so much blue on this world, and so much green. I do not need more of those colours to be kindled. And most certainly not from the blade that was held by Anakin Skywalker. The man who killed dozens of Jedi, and hundreds of those who resisted the Empire. The man I thought I'd saved, only for history to turn him into a martyr of everything the man I knew for a few minutes would have hated. Darth Vader. Hero of the Death Star. The man who gave his life trying to defend Emperor Palpatine.
She lowers the lightsabre now, and her eyes speak while her mouth remains closed. Confusion. Disappointment. Resentment. And I fight the urge to laugh, as I see the weapon hang limply by her side. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. Antiquated. Useless, in an age no longer civilized. The Sith, the Empire, the First Order…what is the lightsabre but the tools of those who wage the battle between Light and Dark? Symbols of justice, symbols of terror. In the end, no different than a blaster.
And so we stand there, in silence. Nothing but the sound of the waves and wind, grounding this island away to nothing. As so do the falling rocks mark the passage of time, so do the waves. Reminding me of all that has been taken. Reminding me of all that has been lost. How in the end, we are all left with nothing. And that only the Dark remains. Reminding me that there is but one question left to answer. One, final question, in the passing of an age, before the last stars go out. One. Last. Question.
"Cut, that's a wrap!"
Who are those film people behind me?
A/N
This was drabbled up way back when the Episode VIII 'teaser' was released. Unfortunately only got round to releasing it now. Anyway, the wait's still on regardless.