Who: Anakin and Obi-Wan What: Fumbling through emotions with about as much grace as a puppy trying to run on waxed floors – but with much less cute and more angst When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Obi-Wan’s rooms Rating/Warnings: Probably discussions of PTSD and murder, genocide. Will update if necessary Status: In progress/Closed
Anakin knocked on Obi-Wan’s door and stepped back, hands clasped behind his back, to wait for his former master to answer.
To put it mildly something was out of alignment between the two, and Anakin had come to the conclusion that it was beyond his abilities to fix. A simple revelation for those more attuned to the limits of their own power, but Anakin Skywalker was not one of those people. He often viewed limits as challenges to be overcome, and rules and laws more as guidelines, breaching them would always be forgiven. Jedi certainly got away with a lot more than the general public was allowed, and they certainly had inflated egos of themselves, Anakin more than most, because of it. For him to realize some situations were beyond hope and had no recourse, especially within his own capabilities, it was a giant leap in terms of personal development.
Not that Anakin particularly liked this conclusion. In fact he hated it. Because of what it meant for one of the people he cared about the most. But there was no other option, he had given this much thought since his last argument with Obi-Wan. He couldn’t repeat the future by grasping so tightly to that very thing he wanted to keep safe and perfect that in the end, because of his blinded efforts, he destroyed it. Not this time.