OBI-WAN'S POV
It was so unlike him to sit there listlessly during a council meeting without putting in his two cents or fidgeting or doing something. But this had become the new Anakin for longer than he cared to remember.
Sometimes Mace would make a comment and the whole council would wait for Anakin to get reprimanded for saying something inappropriate. But Anakin never said a word. It was almost as though he had taken a vow of silence.
Now people would be afraid to fight him. His breathing was so inhumanly quiet. And though he was in shape he was practically anorexic because he never ate anything. But even so he was still the most deadly killer in the whole temple.
And the problem was everyone knew it. His blows were almost too powerful. Everyone made sure that the fights were over quickly. Except obi wan who still knew Anakin so well that he was the only one who could still fight him. Whether he was still reachable or not he was still Anakin.
How long could he remember Anakin being depressed? It had been years since he'd seen the boy crack a real smile. Or even laugh at a joke. He'd been in a world where no one could reach him. He was broken. His soul was gone.
The worst part was that there were a lot of people on the council that actually liked Anakin. They all saw what had changed. He had almost become evil. Most didn't know why he wasn't Sith already.
His golden blond hair had gone dark gold then flat yellow then white then brown. Now, it was black. His skin was practically bleached white now and his blue eyes were a iridescent red. The most creepy thing about him was about how he never showed any emotion at all. How nothing seemed to tire him at all.
He never talked, never ate, never showed emotion, and never looked the way he did once before. Anakin was gone. Or at least that's what most people thought.
But today Obi-Wan had felt something through the force.
Anakin had almost smiled. He had been immensely happy about something so much that he would almost smile. And that made Obi-Wan happier than anything in the world. But then he had gone back to being emotionless. At least it was something.
Because there hadn't been one person who hadn't suffered from Anakin's pain. Even Mace was concerned about him. His very room stank of the dark side enough to invite a Sith and enough to make even Mace want to vomit.
He wished it was coming from something evil. Evil was so much easier to cure. But it wasn't evil. It was just coming from him. So very few ever went into Anakin's room. Ever. They couldn't stomach the dark side this heavy. Not even Mace. Most said it was way beyond time for an intervention.
The only problem was that they didn't know what was making him depressed. Did he? He tried to think as hard as he could. Back to when Anakin would actually smile.
When were the times that Anakin would stop smiling? Then it hit him.
Every time his lips would form a frown it would be when he looked at others and found them looking down on them. It had been when he realized he had no real friends in the temple. He started sleeping more than ever because he couldn't stomach the pain.
Than the sleeping had led to drinking. Than the drinking had led to sex and sex to drugs. Now this new unbreakable Anakin laid before them as a result of what they did. He could not help but feel it was his fault. He knew he had to do something before Anakin became Sith. The problem was that he didn't know where Anakin was or what he'd say to him. Well, the council would catch up with Anakin tomorrow.
When he got back to his quarters, he comlinked the council to tell them they were going to intervene. Almost all of them said it was about time.
Well, here goes nothing.