𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐑 with daunting haste. in deified bones is a chill filling them hollow. by the work of the mask mimicking his grandson is a wound in the force , vader’s death provided an interstice that has metamorphosed into a gaping , wretched 𝐌𝐀𝐖. ( his cruel past could not claim him so it wreaks chaos on his bloodline ! ) anakin reaches for the light that redeemed him in all the ways he once feared he slaughtered. padmé stands a vision with a spell upon her lips , it compels him to her. fingers wrap around hers , a force unnatural if they did not. he feels it now , too ; a strike true & it ripples. ben … i’m sorry.
❝ i want to. ❞ fear is swallowed. his tongue thickly coated in it as it drowns into his stomach. in its stead : 𝐖𝐎𝐄.
in ben’s wound in padmé’s request , he senses familiarity. the flames of mustafar consuming the remnants of anakin & a plea he wished someone would say for him. it is 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. he feels it in his grandson , ben’s isolation from hope. the urgency to reach out to ben all but overpowers him.
❝ but we have to trust the force. ❞ his grip fastens if only to anchor himself to the half of the dyad asking him not to.
❝ there isn’t anything i can do for him … this is as much rey’s battle as it is his. ❞ he allows the force to overrule his instinct to save ben. in turn , it reveals a silhouette of his grandson’s future. anakin clings to it , unwilling to let it fade from his mind or the force. silently , he begs for ben’s survival.
❝ he doesn’t need me , padmé … ❞
❛ HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING ? ❜
in the coldness of death , she has mastered the art of forgiveness . that does not mean she has FORGOTTEN . if she could , she might ; how much sweeter it would be to look at him without the remnants of force around her throat ! how much softer his kisses , the press of his hand in her palm ! now , she feels it again -- for the first time in so long , she feels it violently . fiercely .
SHE RECOILS FROM HIM . this scene is familiar . . . don’t you remember ? in a thousand lifetimes , a thousand realities ; YOU HAVE DONE THIS A THOUSAND TIMES , AND WILL DO IT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER AGAIN . so is her curse : to love him , unconditionally , desperately , infinitely , even as he shatters her heart in his fist and struggles to find all of the pieces .
❛ HE IS OUR GRANDSON . — MY ONLY GRANDSON ! if you allow him to suffer this fate . . . ❜
HER VOICE : WEIGHTED BY FOUR DECADES WORTH OF GRIEF . her dark eyes shimmer with it all as she stares up at him . in them , an echo . i don’t believe what i’m hearing . . . anakin , you’re breaking my heart .
❛ . . . I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU . ❜
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