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Edit: 5/17/2020 dialogue tags fixed.

Healing was a process. This was something that had been drilled into Ben's head since Beru and Owen first implored him to share his nightmares with them. That's why he was sitting on the couch, his clothes and hair in disarray from his nightmare.

The couple had heard him calling out and had struggled to wake him up. He had apologized profusely once he was awake enough to distinguish dream from reality.

"Don't apologize," Beru told him softly. Her eyes were heavy and he felt terrible that he had woken her up. Owen's footsteps filled the air as he entered the room. He too looked disheveled, though not as bad as Ben. He sits down next to his wife and rests a hand on her knee. Ben tears his eyes away and casts his gaze to his own knees where his hands are clasped tightly together.

"We would have been up soon anyway." The fact (and it was a fact, this Ben knew) was soft and was meant to ease Ben's guilt. However, it didn't accomplish that goal. "What was it this time?"

Ben nibbles on his bottom lip and keeps his eyes down. Just a few nights ago, he had been visited by his former Master, and it had been the best sleep he had ever had. He wished fiercely for that again.

A warmth sat across his upper back and he eased into it. Though he couldn't see his Master, he knew he was there.

"Ben?" Owen questions after the man and Ben curls further into himself. This was the nightmare he didn't want to tell them about. This was the memory of what he did to Anakin. He was Owen's brother.

He'll throw me out. The thought comes harshly against Ben's mind and he knows it's true. It has to be. I did that to his brother.

He was your brother too. Ben flinches at the sound of his former Master's voice. Breathe little one. All will be as the Force wills it. Ben takes a shuddering breath and begins.

"What do you know about Darth Vader?" The question is for the couple sitting across from the Jedi, but Ben's stormy eyes are focused on his knees. He hears some shuffling before Owen clears his throat.

"Well, we know he's Anakin."

Ben's eyes squeeze shut as he flinches again and really, I've got so stop doing that. "Or, I guess he's what's left of Anakin." The last sentence is a mumble and Ben finally looks up.

"Do you know how it happened?"

Owen and Beru look at him with tired but aware eyes. Beru shakes her head.

"No." Her hand squeezes her husband's knee and Ben nods.

"It was my fault." The two start to protest, ready as ever to fight the thought that haunts Ben's mind. Ben lifts a hand and the two quiet down. "He was corrupted by the Emporer. After I saw what had happened in the Temple," His voice chokes as he recalls the security footage. "I was assigned the task to go after him. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do what was asked of me. They wanted me to kill him." Ben shakes his head vehemently with eyes wrenched closed. "Master Yoda gave me the task though, so I went. He was on Mustafar." Ben swallows thickly before opening his eyes and catching Beru and Owen's gaze.

"I hitched a ride on Senator Amidala's ship. She didn't know I was there. Anakin nearly killed his wife on that planet. Anakin's fears of his wife dying in childbirth had nearly come to pass right then." He pauses, gathering his thoughts and trying to put them together. It was hard. So much had happened that night. "We fought. We'd done it before, but never with the intent to kill one another." Ben's surprised at the calm feeling rushing through his body. He feels no tears track down his face.

"I couldn't kill him. I didn't want to." He repeats the words. They rang in his head constantly. It was the first time he said them out loud in front of other people. "He was like my brother. I loved him." Ben locks eyes with Owen. "He leaped at me, but I did what I had to do. I thought he had died there. I watched him burn as he clung to the rock and ash with his remaining hand. I thought he was dead." Tears finally leave his eyes. "I can still hear his cries."

"I HATE YOU!"

Ben shivers as the words ring out, and he can see Owen and Beru flinch. He had been broadcasting the thought, though he hadn't meant to.

"Palpatine must have found him and saved him." A shudder rips through his body. "The hate and anger were so strong. It came off him in waves. I thought I could help him. I didn't want to kill him. I didn't want to hurt him." A sob escapes. "I'm sorry. He was your brother."

"You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!"

Ben doesn't need to see the flinches from Beru and Owen. He meant to broadcast this time.

The couch sinks and hands rest against his body. He leans into them.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." The truth in Owen's voice hurts, but Ben looks at the man. "I never really knew Anakin. I met him once maybe twice. You lost a brother, maybe even a son," A son? Yes, maybe that was true. "Truthfully, I think a lot of what you felt started here. I don't mean when he was a slave, either."

Ben makes a questioning hum as his brow furls.

"What do you mean?" Owen shifts, casting a glance at his wife. "Owen?"

"He never told you?" Beru asks, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

"Told me what?"

Owen sighs and his shoulders droop from an invisible weight. His eyes are closed and Ben waits as patiently as he can for an answer.

"We met Anakin years ago. He had brought his wife with him." Owen shakes his head. "I could tell she deserved better." Owen clears his throat and opens his eyes. The sadness and sorrow in his eyes wash over Ben and he tries to push the feeling into the Force. "His mother married my father. There was an attack. The Tusken's took her."

Ben gasps and leans into the hands on his back.

"Anakin was furious." Owen continues, "He left Padme with us and rushed off to find his mother. He came back with her wrapped in blankets and anything he could find. She had suffered at the hands of the Tusken's. We overheard Anakin talking to Padme."

Beru snorts at the statement.

"It was more like yelling, though not as loud. We could hear him through the walls." Beru adds, still rubbing Ben's back softly.

"I'm sorry," Owen whispers and meets Ben's eyes once again. "He killed all of them. The men, women, and even the children."

A feeling of cold rushes through Ben's body and his ears ring.

He had killed before, in cold blood. He had killed children before.

"I'm sorry."

Ben thought his heart couldn't break anymore, but it did.