A.N. For laloga and Callidora-Malfoy, for as always leaving lovely reviews :)

Touchdown. The ship stops, but for a moment I don't move. I can't. The head throbs, so for a second I just hold it and lean on the control panel, searching for some kind of peace.

I don't find it. The hot red glare fills my eyes and makes the headache worse.

But worse than the light and my head and even the pain in my heart is the intensity of hopelessness which has swept over me. I'm sure, suddenly, that there's nothing at all I can do. Not to save myself, not to save Anakin, not even to save the Republic.

This evil is too bit for me to contain. This is it's moment, and trying to push it back now will be like trying to push at the tide.

Futile.

Then a figure appears outside the ship, striding along with it's long black robe flapping around it.

Anakin.

So I get up and go to meet him. Because really, what else can I do?