Cradle to Grave
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67, moon
The accursed Asajj and Durge escaped and not before they had done their best to decimate every living thing on Ohma D'un.
Gungans. Naboo humans. Clones. Jedi. We waded through them as if through slough. The moon was littered with corpses.
At a time, my Padawan fell to his knees, retching.
I grabbed his shoulder. "Anakin, get up."
"Master… I can't… I can't…" He was weeping.
Roughly, I forced him to his feet. "Get up."
He struggled, cursing me; but in the end, he followed me.
We were Jedi on a mission. We did not have the luxury of grief.
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