Obi-Wan. That traitor.
He came out of the plane too. It was more his fault than Padme's. It was both their faults. They had betrayed me.
I had betrayed them.
But it wasn't my choice.
Obi-Wan looked at Padme, looked to see if she was alive. From what I remember, I suppose she was, for he came towards me, looking angry.
He should be, a part of my mind said. You betrayed him, you just practically strangled your wife.
Another part of me said: Kill him.
Words. I felt bad, but again power filled me up. I felt my eyes burn, and I felt almost sure they were burning black. I felt hatred for Obi-Wan. Why? I don't know. He was my teacher, my mentor.
My father.
I hate the hatred that I feel. I hate it. Its not me, it can't be me. I'm not meant to be this way. I never was. But now I am this way, and now I have to live with it.
And the decisions I am forced to make under its' power.
The lightsabers come out now. We are the exact same level, exact same speed, exact same moves. Exactly the same.
Except I am stronger.
And he will never win.
I tell him so, and he reasons. What went wrong? He asks.
I don't know.