The pain was overwhelming.

Radiating from every part of his body, his ribs aching horribly with every breath he took. Even his head felt like it was going to explode with every throb it gave with his heartbeat. A small whimper escaped his lips as he shifted on the table. The metal digging in his pained and bruised body.

His neck painfully twisted to the side, his cheek stinging at the impact.

"Don't be so weak!" he groaned at the way his neck ached, it was painfully stiff and hard to turn. He lifted his hands to try and take off whatever was covering his eyes, but let out another pained whimper when he felt the bones in his left hand shifting under the cuffs.

He barely had the time to comprehend the fact that he was restrained and that he didn't have feeling in his right hand when something pressed down on his shoulder. Hard.

"I said," he cried out again, the person's fingers pressing down into a wound that he didn't even know was there, the fingers had started to press down harder after he had let out the cry," Don't be so weak!" he listened to the voice, biting down on his lip to keep himself from letting out another sound.

Something in him told that he had to go. To rip off the restraints and to break out so he could get back and see someone…but he didn't know who. Who was he supposed to see? Why did he have to go? He didn't know anyone to see. No one came to mind when he tried to think of a single person. The back of his mind seemed to be oddly empty, like something that was supposed to be there just wasn't. Something was missing that made him feel incomplete, he felt like he was missing something that was extremely important, important enough where his mind was practically screaming at him to go and find it.

It was like someone was screaming at him, screaming while hitting pots and pans together to get his attention while someone else was shaking him violently to try and make him figure out what was missing.

But he didn't know what it was.

"Good boy, "the man condescendingly patted his cheek. He cringed away from the man's touch, the way the man was talking to him sent chills down his spine. Something was telling him to not trust him one bit.

It was silent for a little bit before his face was roughly grabbed, making his neck twist to face the man, he was barely able to think through the pain when the man started to hiss at him.

"Don't turn away from me boy! I am your master!" his head was being forced side to side as the man spoke, the pain in his neck was terrible, the muscles in his neck were so stiff, it felt like someone was pulling on the muscle strands in them, making the pain radiate down to his shoulders. At the same time, the man's nails were digging into his skin, purposely placing his hands over the wounds he had in his arms.

"Tell me! Who is your master!? Who!?" the man's spit landed on his face. But he knew what his answer was going to be, even though it was going against his every ounce of self-preservation. The man let go of his cheeks just enough for him to speak, and even though his memories only went back to a few minutes ago. He bared his teeth and said with every ounce of spite that he had.

"Fuck you."

The last thing he remembers would be the overwhelming pain of something sending electric shocks to his temples.

Obi-wan stood at the apartment door, hesitating to knock on it. It was nearly the middle of the night and he knew that it would be a little bit more than suspicious for him to be visiting so late at night. But he knew that it wasn't right to delay telling Padme the news of her husband. Even though he was utterly exhausted both physically and emotionally, Obi-wan had the responsibility of both Anakin's friend and master to break the news to Padme.

Taking a deep breath, Obi-wan knocked on the door. It didn't take long before the door opened to an ecstatic Padme who had a bright smile at the thought of her husband returning.

"Ani- oh…" Padme stared at Obi-wan for a little bit before clearing her throat in an effort to collect herself. "Master Kenobi, how nice it is to see you." Obi-wan gave her a small bow of his head in response. Padme smiled but started to look around Obi-wan, trying her best to look over his shoulder.

"And Knight Skywalker? The two of you are like two peas in a pod." The only thing Obi-wan could do was try and make the knot in his throat go away, he could already feel his eyes glazing over with tears.

Padme noticed his look and the smile that she had slipped off her face, her anxiety leaking into the force, making Obi-wan feel even worse.

"Obi-wan?" Padme pulled him into the apartment, closing the door behind the two of them. "Obi-wan, where Anakin?" he finally let the tears roll down his face as he bowed his head to her.

"Padme, I am so sorry." He kept on looking at the floor as he heard Padme inhale sharply, the tears still rolling down his face. Anakin's death was still very fresh and he couldn't help but notice the way Padme's apartment seemed to radiate remnants of Anakin's force signature.

It was almost like he could still sense Anakin.

"N-no, there has to be a mistake!" Padme turned away from Obi-wan curling in on herself as she tried to reassure herself that she had falsely assumed the fate of her husband, "there's no way Ani could be dead! H-he promised me that he would come home!" Obi-wan slowly stood back up and looked at Padme, who stared in horror as she realized Obi-wan Kenobi, the same Jedi who Anakin struggled to ruffle his feathers, a man was seemed to be the very definition of peace, had tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry Padme. I'm sorry I wasn't able to bring him back home." A mix of bitter tears and tears of grief streamed down his face. Bitterness that he had lost his chance to bring his brother's remains back home, and grief that he had allowed Anakin to die under his watch.

Padme's lips trembled as the tears started to roll down her face. Her brain finally accepting that she would never be able to see her husband again or hear his carefree laugh. She would never wake up to her husband cuddling her in bed, or to him trying his best to show C3PO that he didn't need a mental connection to the internet to cook.

It was fortunate that Padmes lavish apartment was not close to the other residents.

They surely would have called the authorities if they had heard her heart-breaking wails.