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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā shesĀ hesitantĀ toĀ placeĀ aĀ handĀ uponĀ him,Ā sheĀ watchesĀ hisĀ figureĀ riseĀ aĀ fallĀ withĀ theĀ quickness ofĀ hisĀ breath.Ā theĀ time?Ā itĀ didnātĀ matter,Ā timeĀ wasĀ frozenĀ inĀ theĀ nightĀ whenĀ theyĀ wereĀ together.Ā theĀ onlyĀ timeĀ thereĀ wouldĀ beĀ noĀ interruptionsĀ orĀ scheduledĀ meetings.Ā Ā nightĀ timeĀ hadĀ becomeĀ herĀ favourite.Ā butĀ lately,Ā alongĀ withĀ theĀ nightmares,Ā heĀ hadĀ become ⦠distance.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā speakĀ toĀ meĀ anakin.Ā Ā āāāāāāĀ Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā herĀ voiceĀ isĀ lowĀ andĀ shaken,Ā likeĀ aĀ childĀ askingĀ toĀ crawlĀ inĀ toĀ itāsĀ parentsĀ bedĀ afterĀ aĀ nightmare.Ā thisĀ wasĀ herĀ nightmareĀ andĀ herĀ onlyĀ comfortĀ wasĀ himĀ butĀ nowĀ heĀ seemsĀ like aĀ farĀ awayĀ star ..Ā burningĀ too brightĀ toĀ touch.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā ā¦Ā talkĀ toĀ me,Ā sayĀ something.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
How badly he hates to plague her with these things; how desperate he is to rid himself of the nightmares. Master Yoda tells him not to worry, to let death occur naturally, and not mourn. Anakin cannot accept that. Heās already lost so much. He knows, deep in his heart, that these attachments make him an awful Jedi - that heās broken the Code far too many times, now, that that may be the reason the Council refuses him the rank of Master. But he cannot help his heart.
āIām sorry,ā he finally whispers, eyes closed. He hates to hurt her in the way he knows he is.Ā āJust go back to sleep, itāll be alright in the morning.ā Pushing some of his hair back from his face where it was matted with sweat, he takes a deep breath, looking over at her. Moving his hand to graze over her cheek, he gives her a soft smile.Ā āYou look so beautiful in the moonlight.ā Though it wasnāt really moonlight - just the lights of Coruscant at night - he ignores that for the sake of poetic diction.










