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SEND A ≈ FOR YOUR MUSE TO FORCE-CHOKE MINE.
→ he feels the INVISIBLE GRASP close in on his throat, the signature of the FORCE a known thing to him – this was anakin’s doing, and though he only had to use his EYES to see it, see the man standing before him with his arm outstretched and his hand nearly clenched into a fist, the familiarity of the energy choking him makes it ALL TOO CLEAR in his eyes.
there is no DECEPTION veiling this BETRAYAL.
anakin skywalker (–friend, partner, former padawan–) is the one who wants to TAKE HIS LIFE, and it makes something inside him nearly crack. gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, ignoring his soon-to-be BURNING LUNGS and the VICIOUS GRIP on his throat, kenobi concentrates on his own grasp of the force and the tip of his fingers feel cold as he reaches it, eyes snapping open as he force pushes the younger man plenty of feet away from the spot where he was standing. that is enough to set him off balance, because the grasp he had on him, vice-like, is undone and the older jedi draws in a sharp gasp of breath, a hand falling upon his throat as he regains his footing with less than flattering elegance.
shooting a GLARE towards the spot where his former apprentice was recovering, he straightens himself up – dizziness still being slowly subsided as he recovered his breath. he reaches for his lightsaber, all too AWARE where this may lead them both.
“—how far GONE are you, anakin?!”
