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    Fear lives inside him anyway, chewing away the firewalls around his heart.

    Anakin sometimes thinks of the dread that eats at his heart like a dragon. Children on Tattoine tell each other of the dragons that live inside the suns; smaller cousins of the sun-dragons are supposed to live inside the fusion furnaces that power everything from starships to Podracers.

    But Anakin's fear is another kind of dragon. A cold kind. A dead kind.

    Not nearly dead enough.

    Not long after he became Obi-Wan's Padawan, all those years ago, a minor mission had brought them to a dead system: one so immeasurably old that its star had long ago turned to a frigid dwarf of hypercompacted trace metals, hovering a quantum fraction of a degree above absolute zero. Anakin couldn't even remember what the mission might have been, but he'd never forgotten that dead star.

    It had scared him.

    ‘Stars can die---?’

     ‘It is the way of the universe, which is another manner of saying that it is the will of the Force,’ Obi-Wan had told him. ‘Everything dies. In time, even stars burn out. This is why Jedi form no attachments: all things pass. To hold on to something---or someone---beyond its time is to set your selfish desires against the Force. That is a path of misery, Anakin; the Jedi do not walk it.’

    That is the kind of fear that lives inside Anakin Skywalker: the dragon of that dead star. It is an ancient, cold dead voice within his heart that whispers all things die. . . .

    In bright day he can't hear it; battle, a mission, even a report before the Jedi Council, can make him forget it's even there. But at night-----

    At night, the walls he has built sometimes start to frost over. Sometimes they start to crack.

    At night, the dead-star dragon sometimes sneaks through the cracks and crawls up into his brain and chews at the inside of his skull. The dragon whispers of what Anakin has lost. And what he will lose.

   The dragon reminds him, every night, of how he had held his dying mother in his arms, of how she had spent her last strength to say I knew you would come for me, Anakin. . .

    The dragon reminds him, every night, that someday he will lose Obi-Wan. He will lose Padmé. Or they will lose him.

    All things die, Anakin Skywalker. Even stars burn out. . .

    And the only answers he has for these dead-cold whispers are his memories of Obi-Wan's voice, or Yoda's.

    But sometimes he can't quite remember them.

    all things die. . .

   He can barely even think about it.

    But right now he doesn't have a choice: the man he flies to rescue is a closer friend than he'd ever hoped to have. That's what puts the edge in his voice when he tries to make a joke; that's what flattens his mouth and tightens the burn-scar high on his right cheek.

    The Supreme Chancellor has been family to Anakin: always there, always caring, always free with advice and unstinting aid. A sympathetic ear and a kindly, loving, unconditional acceptance of Anakin exactly as he is---the sort of acceptance Anakin could never get from another Jedi. Not even from Obi-Wan. He can tell Palpatine things he could never share with his Master.

    He can tell Palpatine things he can't even tell Padmé.

    Now the Supreme Chancellor is in the worst kind of danger. And Anakin is on his way despite the dread boiling through his blood. That's what makes him a real hero. Not the way the HoloNet labels him; not without fear, but stronger than fear.

    He looks the dragon in the eye and doesn't even slow down.

    If anyone can save Palpatine, Anakin will. Because he's already the best, and he's still getting better. But locked away behind the walls of his heart, the dragon that is his fear coils and squirms and hisses.

    Because his real fear, in a universe where even stars can die, is that being the best will never be quite good enough.”