Anakin was rushing though the halls of the senate, Bariss, and jedi guards following behind-
come on, come on, come on! he couldn't be too late to save someone he coul-
Deep within his mind, a bond- one he'd been clinging desperately to-
snapped. disappeared. died.
he was... alone.
seconds later, pain tore though his mind, tearing away rational thought, and making his drop to his knees.
no, no, no, he had to keep going, there was still hope-
Anakin force himself up, and ran the rest of the was to the main room...
rage boiled in his veins.
she was dead.
they killed her they killed her the-
he stood there, frozen in time.
his hands gripped into tight fists, drawing blood, which ran down his robes.
he didn't feel it.
didn't care.
they killed her.
"Bariss." he said, in a surprisingly calm voice, "Is guilty." he turned to her, ignoring the look she gave him.
so what if his eyes were yellow?
"tell them." he gritted out.
blood continued to run down his robes.
he didn't care.
Bariss was killed.
and the council "apologized."
And Obi Wan took him to his quarters.
they had a screaming match.
Obi Wan later left, telling him to get some rest.
he hadn't slept since.
that was five days ago.
Obi Wan had come by on the second day to tell (lecture) him how to "fold in the ends of a bond that's been torn and let the pain fade away."
but the pain kept him here, on courisant, with the oh-so-precious council...
he failed her, just like he did his mother.
the pain was a lasting reminder of what would happen say he be ever so late again.
so he tuned out Obi Wan, staring mindlessly into the corisant traffic.
by the way, random fact: 257,687,901 speeders flew though the intersection in the past five days.
there was a quiet knock on the door, pulling Anakin away from his spiraling thoughts.
oh. it was Obi Wan.
despite his anger at Obi Wan (himself) for not helping him catch Bariss sooner, he really appreciated Obi Wan continuing to check on him day to day.
Anakin knew (however Deep the thought was) that is continued silence was scaring Obi Wan.
still, however, Anakin kept up dura-steel walls around his mind.
it was bad enough he had to feel the fresh, bleeding wound where Ahsoka once was.
he wouldn't wish this kind of mental agony for his worst enemy...
his "friends" in the temple didnt need to feel it.
had it been this bad for Obi Wan when Qui Gon passed away?
it took Anakin much longer than it should've to realized he was crying again.
and even long to realized Obi Wan was standing infront of him, arms raised in a hug.
Anakin ignored him. continuing to stare distiantly out the window.
Obi Wan frowned. his words bounced around, echo-y and weird, "Anakin, are you ok?"
the answer? totally not.
Anakin clutched his lightsaber with his flesh hand...
when Anakin was next truly aware of his surroundings, he had his kyber crystal clutched in his hand.
Obi Wan, having just entered the room, stared in horror and shock, hand inching towards his lightsaber...
betrayal and hurt making up his features.
he looked down.
His crystal was not the familiar Azure blue he'd come to love.
It was blood red.
in another universe, maybe even on another planet-
the words would best be said by Ahsoka Tano.
"I am no Jedi."