Feb 28, 2024
I’m told you became consumed with cutting down the man who murdered your master and yet you look at me now as if you’d rather my death had been reality all along.
If that’s truly what you want, please—
Just fucking do it, Anakin.
I am sorry to say you cannot make me fight you.
I did not put up a fight against the man who shot me dead on that rooftop, so why would I try and defend myself against you?
You know, I really thought it would be a bit more dramatic than this. Poetic even — when my padawan finally sent me into the living Force — but I’d rather it not get more pathetic.
Do it now, Anakin.
Make the galaxy you wish to see.
End it. For both of us.
Or move on.
