Anakin couldn’t help the pained look that briefly crossed his face. Helena was unaware of the fact that her attempts at reason sounded eerily similar to the last conversation he’d had with Palpatine when the man had revealed who he was.
You can have whatever you want, you just need to take the opportunity… Sometimes he could still hear the man whispering promises to him.
He didn’t blame Helena for that resemblance; she had no way of knowing just how insidious all of Palpatine’s attempts at turning him were.
“I kill her,” he said, feeling like a Padawan before the Council for judgment despite the fact this was Helena. They were so alike; he knew she wouldn’t judge him. “Back in my universe, I will. Those visions I was having of Padmé dying failed to show why. I go- I went to extremes trying to prevent that from happening, but my attempts will be the cause of her death.”
He swallowed and looked down.
“All my formal education has taught me love like you’re suggesting leads to the Dark Side. Attachments are selfish and cause fear. Which leads to anger and hate.” Anakin understood that those outside the Order had a different approach to emotions, but it was hard to argue with Jedi philosophy when Anakin’s fall to the Dark Side was a prime example of what they believed.
“I do all that I do back home because I can’t stand the thought of losing her. I still can’t. How can I risk adding another person to my life I’ll feel just as strongly about?”