Hey Everyone!!! Hope you are all doing alright! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a lot of dialogue, and I was really excited to post this so forgive any grammar mistakes that have undoubtedly been made. Thank you all for your comments! They always make my day! Hopefully you all like this chapter.

Guest(s): I know you are all probably different people, but since I can't thank you individually, I'm going to thank you all here! Order 66 was horrible. Having over a hundred orders to enslave you against your will is horrible. Watching it was horrible. I totally agree Anakin liked being surrounded by clones, at least in this story, because they have so much in common, and he still cares for them deep down. Hopefully I do them justice in later chapters. Let me know what you think of this chapter and what you think is going to happen! I love hearing from you!

DS2010: I laughed when I read that comment. Indeed the force does as it does. Poor Obi Wan, caught in the middle. Thanks for adding some years to my life!

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Vader returned just as the lights started to stimulate morning rays at dawn. Obi Wan was leaning against the wall, just dozing half-coherently. Anakin flopped halfheartedly onto his bed, leaning against the wall with a data pad flickering in his hands.

"Anakin?" Obi Wan asked, bracing himself for either torture or a screaming match.

Vader growled. "Stop calling me that."

"It is your name isn't it?" Obi Wan replied cuttingly.

"No."

He rolled his eyes, and continued. "What were you doing?"

"My job."

"You didn't- you weren't-"

"What? Out killing people? No. Unfortunately my job tends to be a lot less fun now that people are submissive to the Emperor. I think I managed to scare off most of the rebels."

Obi Wan felt a flash a writhing anger, so bitter and dark he almost wondered if it was truly coming from himself, build up within him.

"Yes, slaughtering thousands of innocents who showed even a slight dislike toward this abomination would do that."

Anakin looked up to him, yellow eyes almost gleeful at the expression of malice.

"Are you angry Obi Wan? What would the council say to that?"

"It's only human to be angry."

"Anger is the path to the dark side." Anakin repeated, condescendingly. His tone was dripping ice and it made Obi Wan only all the more angry.

"Only if you let it control you."

"Oh?" Anakin grinned. "I wonder why we even have such pesky things like feelings if we aren't supposed to listen to them."

"Listening doesn't mean obeying. You should know that well." Obi Wan shot back.

Anakin's smile turned sharper at the corners, reminiscent of one of his old smiles, but this one was so mutilated and unhappy Obi Wan couldn't see his beloved student anywhere in it. "Better than obeying without listening."

"You do that too. Just not to the Jedi."

Suddenly Obi Wan could no longer breathe and he had been thrown several feet back, his back smacking the wall and pushing any remaining air out of his lungs. Obi Wan gasped for a breath that his spasming lungs weren't quite ready to receive, but still desperately needed.

"I'd be careful what you say Kenobi. You are still here as my prisoner, on a ship with no one to save you."

He released his hold on Obi Wan and air finally could make it's way into desperate lungs.

"If I'm going to die here, I might as well say what I want." Obi Wan gasped.

Anakin froze. "You aren't going to die here by anyone hands but my own. I plan to draw this out as long as possible."

Obi Wan bit his tongue to bring him back from the anger that was burning him alive. It wasn't his, at least, not all of it. He reached out toward where his and Anakin's bond used to be, only to be met with a thousand emotions he couldn't sort through and one that was so glaringly obvious it drowned out all other sensations. Pain.

He withdrew from the Force, setting up wobbly shields that protected him from overflowing the emotions of everyone nearby. Immediately he felt like himself again, which was both a blessing and a curse.

"Why? Why draw this out any longer?"

"Do you want to die?" Vader asked.

"No."

"Then you should be grateful that I plan on keeping you alive."

"The emperor and all his men agree with this?"

"Doesn't particularly matter. I'd happily kill anyone who tried to take this revenge from me."

"Including the Emperor?"

"He wouldn't take this from me."

"He doesn't care about you."

Anakin looked down, avoiding Obi Wan's gaze.

"Doesn't matter. He still wouldn't."

"He only allows this because it keep you under his thumb." Obi Wan said.

"I'm not under anyones control!" Vader snapped, his eyes returning to Obi Wan's. Obi Wan stared at him back, noting with some concern how Anakin's eye color seemed to be shifting from yellow to a greenish color. "I chose this!"

"You choose to let him use you?"

"I choose to not care what he does with me."

"Do you care what he does to people around you?"

"No." Anakin hissed.

"Not even the clones."

"Why would I care about a thousand genetic copies of the same person?"

Obi Wan took a sharp inhale, trying to control his emotions.

"Why are they all over this ship then. The 501st and 212th?"

"They are good soldiers, nothing more." Anakin replied, again looking away.

"You're lying."

Anakin had no good response to that.

"I'm a liar." Anakin agreed, as he pushed himself to his feet again and left the room. Obi Wan didn't know if he meant that he was lying to Obi Wan, or to himself.