Anger and shame and heartbreak and a hundred other things Anakin can't name rage about inside him, burning painfully in his chest.

Ahsoka is watching him. He can't make himself look up at her. She shouldn't have to see him like this, she needs him to be strong for her, but he's weak and lost and he doesn't know what to do.

Small, trembling arms wind themselves around his middle; she buries her face into the front of his robes. Shaky reassurance moves across their bond in both directions.

When the tears come, she just wraps herself tighter around him.