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During Coruscant's cloudier days, occasional glimmers of sunlight cause a remarkable scattered light effect across the city's spires. When someone seeks understanding, glimmers of understanding through a haze of things unknown is mostly frustrating. But sometimes there is nothing more to be found.
Authorâs note under cut for length.
Also on AO3 and Pillowfort.
Who does the sun of the suns have to listen to?
He is power beyond any other, the hot weight of life bound to the cold implacability of stars, uncontrolled, uncontrollable. Uncontained, now. And yet he holds back.
Something holds him back.
And there is nothing in this galaxy that can do so by force.
His words had become softer, too. Crackles in the breeze, a warm fire in a dark room â
She pushed the thought aside and took a deep breath. That fire had brought what could yet be the doom of the Republic. âHe always sleeps longer than Leia.â
He nodded again, with another faint smile as he brushed a careful gloved hand over Leiaâs forehead. âWill you be in the senate later?â
She nodded, with a weary sigh. âI doubt Iâll enjoy it, but I need to be there. Bail has ordered me to stay home until the session proper starts, though. Thereâll be a great deal of talk before the senators are ready to contend with the current situation.â
She had to push him on⊠what had happened on Mustafar, before long. For all that his appearance in the medical centre on Polis Massa had brought forth a storm of questions all of its own, there was more â worse â hiding behind flesh that was somehow both fire and ice, and she had to remember what heâd done even before Mustafar. That rage heâd shown in those few brief seconds before heâd lifted a hand to silence her â
Crackling ice against her shoulder snapped her mind back to the room, to the blaze in her husbandâs eyes. âYou have to stay well.â
Hesitant, she drew in a ghostly breath, studying his intent gaze. She couldnât forget Mustafar. Perhaps she never would. But the storm â the rage â that had greeted her desperate questions was gone, barely a trace of it left in his flickering skin. âI will. Iâm being careful until we can get some help with the children.â
He nodded, slowly, chilling hand drifting down her shoulder as the other traced circles on Leiaâs forehead.
Look at him now. There is no one left in this brittle galaxy who is truly safe from his anger. He has turned on the spires that fed him and trained him. He has brought down his love; he has exploded in turmoil in front of newborn eyes. And beneath the ice that holds him from life-heat, he still burns with the betrayal of that one last shard of the few things he loved about the Republic.
Were this a matter of pure, unemotional, brutal logic, this planet would be the next thing to collapse between his crushing fingers.
He is the human remnant of a power greater than life and death. Were this a matter of logic, he would rule this galaxy, and perhaps then it would be a kinder place. There would be no chains, no cages. Unless people wished to build those cages for themselves.
Politics, sheâd been told by one of the older tutors in the Legislative Youth programme, had to come from the heart lest one find oneâs downfall before seeing how cruel one had become. But politics required planning, strategy, compromise, self-awareness. How was the same heart that couldnât bring itself to admit it loved a fallen man supposed to produce any of those things?
âTheyâve stayed well.â Always the first question out of his mouth as soon as Anakin was gone. Why does he mind Anakin hearing it? âA little more restless over the last couple of days, but theyâve been rather quiet for newborn children prior to that, so I donât think thereâs cause to be alarmed.â
âWhy is it that youâre only willing to talk to me about the children, and not Anakin?â The words came out softer than sheâd meant them. But softer than intended would do no harm. As many questions as she had about Obi-Wanâs plan on Mustafar â and the way heâd reached the planet â it was clear enough that he was suffering. And she knew exactly why. She glanced down at Leia, whose wide brown eyes were starting to flicker. What kind of world would the twins grow up in, with the Republic â and their father â in half-dead limbo?
âDo you have any idea what it feels like to look at him now?â He lifted a gaze as lost and empty as the far reaches of hyperspace to meet hers, his robe folded tight around him, his usually commanding presence shrunken away between the folds. So much like Anakin, who, for all the stature that his strange glowing flesh had restored, seemed so small after Mustafar.
She wouldnât be the first to look away. Not today. âI know that it hurts. That itâs⊠strange and confusing. Whatever heâs become is not⊠normal to you.â
âIt leads me to believe that something unnatural has taken root in him.â Obi-Wan sighed, drawing himself upright and brushing his robe aside as if irritated by its weight. âDo you notice nothing yourself? Half his flesh isâŠâ
âIs some form of cold fire that behaves almost like our own flesh and blood.â Heâd become a rather curious union of matter altogether. Human flesh and blood, the metal arm, and that incandescent chill⊠strange indeed. Though Obi-Wan seemed to have cause for fear that sheâd yet to realise. âA construction of the Force, youâve suggested.â
âA construction for which the closest precedent we have ââ
A chirping cry made him shut his mouth, brow twitching as he looked up, seeking the source of the sound.
âThatâs Luke waking up.â Always so calm until Anakin left, and then it only took a few minutes to stir the children. She shifted Leia away from her chest and held the swaddled child out to Obi-Wan. âDo you think you could hold her while I go see to him?â
He blinked, but nodded slowly, reaching out an unsure pair of hands to accept Leiaâs weight. Still almost as afraid of the two newborns as he was of Anakin. Newborns. Force preserve them, even if the fact that they were Anakinâs children made them dangerous somehow, what could two children of that age do to hurt him? Especially after all the hurt heâs already faced.
Who wishes to build cages?
Life forms tend to want the question to be simpler than it is. Masters, slave-owners, beast-tamers, they are the ones who build cages. Cages are for containing the wild, savage things. And to confront savagery, should that savagery not lie in some towering monster that can be denied the comfort of home, can be painful. It is unthinkable to most that they might themselves be civil enough to tame their beasts of burden and savage enough to require a cage of durasteel and stone. Life forms struggle greatly to confront duality.
Duality demands that they contend with the darkness that surrounds every candle â and the candle that casts each shadow. The cruel sanctimony of giving aid and the great loyalty that drives them to kill.
Many of them know this. They avoid saying so out loud.
Duality is all they will ever know, and they wish long and well that they did not. Duality demands compromise, shades of grey, and these things paralyse. It requires them to understand, these tormented life forms, that it is their own life, their weight upon this world, that will one day kill them.
Death is life, and life is death.
But it is far easier to imagine that death is a shrouded figure walking the shadows, come to steal away the only thing these life forms own. Death, after all, is often painful â savage â and so should be caged.
âYou meant to say something about what precedents exist for what Anakinâs become.â She offered the prompt as softly as she dared. Sheâd delayed long enough.
Obi-Wan looked up, shoulders stiff again. âThere are no other precedents than legend.â He looked aside and cleared his throat, all the while absently letting Leia grab at his fingers. âLegends of Sith Lords encountered long ago whose use of the Dark Side had corrupted their bodies beyond physical repair.â
She stiffened, trying to suppress a cold shiver. Luke squeaked in displeasure at her failure. âSith Lords alone? NoâŠâ
She couldnât help but frown. âWhat more is it?â
He sighed. The escaping air seemed to make him wither, collapsing underneath the weight of his robe once again. âIt⊠warps the mind. Drives its user to think of nothing but power, see every other life form as disposable⊠the Sith are not alone in their use of it, but they are perhaps the most studied by the Order.â Heâd struggled to meet her gaze a good deal since theyâd returned from Polis Massa, but now his gaze darted around wildly, without even an attempt to conceal its alarmed flickering. âThose we lose tend to find their way there.â He still spoke of the Order in the present tense.
âI know I donât understand it.â She sighed, then took a deep breath, filling her lungs to straighten her back. âI donât know if I can. But if I cannot know anything about it⊠I donât know what you or Yoda expect me to do. Anakin is⊠not the way he was when I went to him on Mustafar. Something has changed his mind as well as his body. I donât know what.â Another deep breath. Queen and Senator. Sheâd get nowhere right now if she lost herself in the raw feeling of the agony heâd inflicted. âWhat he did to you, to the Order⊠it must be hard to forgive. I understand that youâre⊠youâve lost a great deal.â
The answer didnât come to mind quickly enough. She turned her head to look out of the window, leaning away from Obi-Wanâs intent observation, and sighed. This quarter of Coruscant was clouded grey, only slight gaps in the clouds letting through ephemeral slices of sunlight. Not foreboding, but far from cheering, and with the Senate session still to be dealt with today, she would have appreciated something cheering. âIf heâd⊠changed as far as you think⊠I donât think heâd have been as gentle as he was on Polis Massa.â
âGentle?â He snapped the word, then looked aside, momentarily abashed before allowing staid decorum to rule his face again. âThe glass, the droidsâŠâ
âHe barely knew what he was doing.â She let her head bow. âThe way his expression changed when he caught your wrist⊠Iâm not sure he knows what heâs dealing with himself.â
âThen how do you propose we bring him to justice?â So close, so close, but the last word cracked and fell away into hum of the city moving on. How much did the citizenry of Coruscant care that the Jedi were gone? How much had changed for them? How much has changed for the rest of the galaxy? She took a deep breath. Queen and Senator. Even if it hurt. âI still worry, Obi-Wan. I do. But⊠I canât believe that the Anakin I knew â that we both knew â is⊠gone. And if Mustafar didnât kill him, what use is there is only concerning ourselves with punishment?â
He shook his head slowly, shoulders slumping as he shifted Leiaâs weight in his arms. âI donât know what we can do.â
The thing about cages: even if life forms do not look at something and call it a cage, it can fill much the same purpose. It can contain some raging power, some devastating force of nature, if only within weightless confines of morality and must do and must not do.
Life forms are very good at these kinds of cages. They feel like freedom, and yet serve the necessary purpose of containing their own savagery.
Perhaps they are freedom. Freedom to live, to survive. What keeps something in will keep other things out.
And even the son of the suns is a life form, of a strange and unpredictable sort.
âBail. Weâll be on our way shortly. Has something come up?â
The holo-figure nodded, face severe. âThere has been something of an incident in the Senate chamber.â
âNo.â Bailâs head turned, as if he was watching something going on far below him, before he snapped his attention back to the holo-projector that had to be in front of him. âAnakin walked into the chamber perhaps three minutes ago. Heâs just announced the death of the Emperor.â
A/N: One might be forgiven for thinking that I should have come to expect the inability to be productive that often hampers my writing during the first few months of the year, but it continues to come as a rude shock every time. But I am alive! By technicality at the very least! And I have written a thing.
But I managed to line the appropriate pieces up, next trick will be figuring out which dominoes fall first. Which shouldn't take quite as long as this last hiatus ended up doing.
Editing will be for another day (which probably means tomorrow, because I want to have this thing finished dammit Iâve been blocked on this thing since November), but I have written a first draft, which is still the vast majority of the hard work.