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She’d asked Anakin once, what it felt like to walk the path of the Sith. ❛Like walking in ice,❜ he’d said. One who chose the Dark Side was always cold. There wasn’t light, warmth, comfort, happiness. Only the darkness and the void evil provided. Nothing more and nothing less. It seemed like a fate worse than death, a shadow she’d fought hard to free herself from. A fate her brother had subjected himself to, twisting himself into something that wasn’t even human anymore.
She couldn’t stand for it. She wouldn’t stand for it. If her parents, her uncle, weren’t doing anything about it, she would turn to the only people who could. Herself, and her sister. She’d been following Jaina for days, trying to gather the courage to manifest herself. Obi-Wan–Ben, he seemed to prefer for some reason–could occasionally make himself physical, but the former Jedi savior had never attempted this. But, seeing her sibling, tracking her as she was, Ana had to try.
The cold air, the occasional sting of wind, the light sound of her tread, all told her that she had succeeded.
