Luke's eyes. They shone like-
Like the ones staring down at him as of this moment.
Or at least he thought they were.
Anakin's eye lids shot up and that pair of eyes vanished leaving nothing but a phantom in his memory.
Having sucked in a breath when he awoke, there was a dull ache in his chest when he didn't feel the release of air through his-
Suit?
As the dull ache turned into a throb, he released the breath. Off put by breathing manually for the first time in decades, he gingerly spread his attention from breathing to the area around him. The nearly barren room almost seemed to echo his slow yet deep breaths. Spotting the uneven dented wall next to him his jaw clenched.
Anakin's eyes narrowed. Was this another test via the Force?
He was convinced he had most definitely died; maybe this was his retribution. Carefully sitting up he took a moment to reminisce the time he had spent in this room. His bitter scowl melted away as he got up and touched the curves of the wall. He had punched this wall many times- the first time out of curiosity, the second time out of spite, the third out of self loathing, and plenty other instances with reasons and others without.
Pursing his lips, he flexed his metal arm and decided against punching the wall again. At least not with the metal arm-
BANG!
The pain was exhilarating. He felt quite alive for a dead person.
I suppose the dead don't bleed like I do, He mused.
Wincing as his fingers twitched, concluding that they're at the very least fractured.
After a few moments he faintly heard a door slide open and looked towards the room's entrance as the sound of footsteps drew closer and closer. Anakin waited patiently.
Still holding on to knowlege that he's one of the strongest people in the galaxy, he wasn't nearly as composed as he should've been.
"Anakin we've talked about this, you can tinker with your arm but please don't do it at this- hour," the exasperated voice, laced with a Coursaunti accent, was clearly heard before the doors had slid open and faltered immediately.
Though clearly worried, Obi-Wan tried to crack a joke,"Honestly Padawan, you're supposed to bring balance to the Force not your body."
To which Anakin did not respond to and immediately set off Obi-Wan's internal alarms. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Obi-wan made his way to Anakin's side and tried to haul him up via the cybernetic arm.
Anakin had instead pulled Obi-wan down to his level. Anakin half expected Obi-wan to dissapear the moment he did that, convinced the Force was trying his patience. With his metal arm holding Obi-wan to his eye level, Anakin ignored the pain of his flesh hand to cup Obi-wan's cheek, as blood from his ripped knuckles trickling down slowly.
"Anakin?" Obi-wan treaded carefully, unsure of his padawan's actions.
In the darkness of the room his eyes seemed to glow intensely as his hand wandered down to Obi-wan's nape.
I could kill him again, right now, Anakin thought grimly. Would that shatter this illusion?
Was this the same situation as his vision when he first bled out a kyber crystal? If so, he would not refuse it as he did before. He will bask in this wonderful opportunity to live the life he could've had.
Anakin let go and Obi-wan slowly rose up and looked down at him like-
Like an angel from above. The light streaming through the open door behind him gave a gentle glow to his sturdy stature. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, he shook his head and said," Come on, let's get your hand fixed up before we talk about this. And we will talk about this, understood?"
Anakin's gaze flicked down to his hands and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He doubted he could even think about the words "yes, master" without feeling nauseous.
Standing up he stumbled, unused to the feeling of weightlessness from legs that didn't echo his steps. Obi-wan had reached out and steadied him with a his hand on Anakin's shoulder.
"You clearly aren't alright but will you make it to the living room?" Obi-wan didn't trust him to be left alone right now. Unfortunately, he kept the medical supplies in the other room and who knows what Anakin could do in the span of time it took to grab them.
Anakis stared at him for a bit before nodding again not letting out a peep. Obi-wan's worry increased once more. He was about to release his hand on Anakin's shoulder when the younger grasped his wrist and all but dragged him out to the living room. Anakin stomped through the doorway trying to make his legs as heavy as his mind told him they were.
He reached the couch and released Obi-wan as he scanned the surroundings. The sting from his hand made him painfully grounded in this reality. Anakin wondered what he was to do in such a vivid illusion. Memories flooded the gates of his mind and he was left drowning in nostalgia.