𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏 forcefully enough as to taste the iron tang of blood, though it keeps tears at bay the moment anakin’s gaze meets her own. he feels the great weight, the impossible ache, of such a loss, she knows, and distantly wonders what the force must feel like without obi-wan’s radiance in it. she’s never had much interest in the force, truthfully, save its most basic uses in regards to the jedi, but now? the thought of it both consoles and frightens her all at once. “he wouldn’t,” her reply is soft but unflinchingly firm, pale gaze locking on his own as delicate hand rests against his shoulder, “he would wish justice, not revenge, anakin, even if that is what we would desire.”
she feels it too, the allure of vengeance, its siren song roaring in her ears and clawing at her heart, but reminds herself it is a base impulse and now, even in this? it would be an insult to memory. “he was so very proud of you, anakin,” a hint of a smile appears now, a gentle amusement warming her features, “of not only the jedi you’ve become, but the man you are.” satine nods once, tongue swiping over her lower lip before she adds softly, “you will carry his legacy now, just as obi-wan did qui-gon’s.”
𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, a legacy and memories, of two men that came before him. two men he had came to lost, in the most unfair ways. the loss of qui-gon and now the loss of obi-wan. it stung at his heart, tightly pulled at heart strings. his eyes burned with the tears that tried to show themselves true. his laugh that had just poured from his mouth, had all been silenced. cut off, with just a shudder of a breath heard. his chest felt tight and he was crossing his arms over, to press them against his chest with such pressure. ❛ it just — isn’t fair . . . ❜ he whispered, lowering his head so that eyes would look at the ground beneath him.
and it was with that movement, that eventually a single tear was able to escape. running down his cheek and flicking off the end of his jawline, following to the ground in a silent splash. ❛ i don’t want to carry his legacy. i don’t . . . want to simply remember him. i want him to be here. with air in his lungs and with a beat to his heart. ❜ and he wanted revenge, most of all. revenge on the man that ended obi-wan’s life, right before his very eyes. the man, whom had taken obi-wan not just from him, but from everyone that cared so deeply about. from satine. ❛ i’m sorry i couldn’t save him, satine. i’m sorry, that he is not standing here now with you. i know you’d much rather be seeing his face than mine. ❜ he rose flesh hand, using the base of his fingers to rub at each eye, in an attempt to rid of anymore tears and cool the redness.
