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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (

The look on Anakin’s face was caught somewhere between a smirk and a sneer, as if he couldn’t decide if he were more supremely gratified with the way things had culminated in this moment or utterly disgusted. His hand of flesh gripped Obi-Wan’s wrist, twisting it and, by extension, the lightsaber in that hand so that the blade slowly angled towards its owner. His other hand, the one he’d built to replace the arm Dooku had taken from him, the one he had, with his skills with the Force, constructed to be more powerful than mere human flesh and bone could ever achieve, gripped Obi-Wan’s throat like a vice. A constricting snake wrapped tightly around his former Master’s airways.

Do what you must? Oh… you’ll try, Anakin thought as he started shoving Obi-Wan towards the durosteel floor grating.

There wasn’t anything left of his former self now, the entreating whisper beseeching him to recognize his friend and loved one silenced and as dead as the lightless expanse between the stars.

Anakin couldn’t hear the confession of what his friend’s mind forced him to endure every night, how Obi-Wan repeated every time he closed his eyes the same futile attempts to save him, without feeling the sharp stab of guilt. This was not a new disagreement between them. Both vied for responsibility for the massacre of the Temple, the fall of the Jedi, and their final confrontation on Mustafar, and while it was true Anakin had not yet committed those crimes he was simply too stubborn to let Obi-Wan bear culpability alone.

And the more of the burden Obi-Wan tried to claim for himself the more Anakin fought to maintain his hold on it, too.

“That wasn’t all you this time!” he tried to assert. Unfortunately Anakin’s intractability was, after all, honed by the best master there was, and his words didn’t slow Obi-Wan. Anakin opened his mouth to try again, as was his unfailing habit, but his throat seized and words failed for the sight before him.

There was something more this time; it wasn’t just a need to instruct his Padawan that was driving Obi-Wan on. The way his words trembled made Anakin’s hair stand on end, the way his friend’s body seemed to be rattling apart from some unseen inner vibration arrested Anakin’s mind. The Jedi Master was on the verge of something terrible and frightening unlike anything Anakin had seen before in Obi-Wan.

This wasn’t Anakin’s calm and steady former Master, this was his friend truly falling apart in front of him.

Anakin closed the distance between them and he placed his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders in an effort to steady him. “Master?” He was surprised to hear how unsteady his own voice was.

“Master- look at me.” The more Obi-Wan seemed to crumble apart the more Anakin did, too. Emotional breakdowns weren’t covered in Jedi training. He could carry his friend across a broken ship with a deteriorating gravity field that shifted at random, he could pull his friend from a nest of gundarks, he could shoot vulture droids off his wing, he could catch him free-falling through the traffic of Coruscant but Anakin didn’t know what to do for his friend now. He felt the twigs grinding into his knees before he realized they’d fallen down.

“Obi-Wan!” he tried again, hoping the use of Obi-Wan’s name instead of his title would break through.

[OOC: I hope this okay. If you want me to change anything at all let me know :D]

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