[ Anakin doesn't remember how he got here. He vaguely remembers running in blistering-hot-freezing-cold rain, feeling too numb to notice the pain. His mind is stuck on loop, hearing only that quiet 'goodbye' over and over. When he finds Ezra's body, the loop stutters to a stop. All that's left is silence and numbness.
He doesn't know how long it is before he drapes his outer robe over the body (not Ezra, no longer Ezra). Under the numbness his logical mind is still going.
Dry wood. Kindling. Incense.
As if in response to his mental checklist, the rain starts to fall up instead of down as he carries Ezra's body to a more out-of-the-way area of Cassandra. There's no sense in alarming people, no need for a public display. He thinks he should call someone but he doesn't. He's as single-minded as a broken droid now.
Dry wood. Kindling. Incense.
He searches for wood and kindling. Finding anything dry is nearly impossible now, but he tries. He stacks the wood like he's solving one of his 3D puzzles. He tucks kindling in it. He levitates Ezra's body to the top of the pyre. He hesitates only a moment before lighting the pyre.
His corner of the Trench feels wrong. Broken prayers fall from numb lips and rain falls up as his friend's pyre burns down. ]
funeral | ota (cw: death, grief, funerary rites)
He doesn't know how long it is before he drapes his outer robe over the body (not Ezra, no longer Ezra). Under the numbness his logical mind is still going.
Dry wood. Kindling. Incense.
As if in response to his mental checklist, the rain starts to fall up instead of down as he carries Ezra's body to a more out-of-the-way area of Cassandra. There's no sense in alarming people, no need for a public display. He thinks he should call someone but he doesn't. He's as single-minded as a broken droid now.
Dry wood. Kindling. Incense.
He searches for wood and kindling. Finding anything dry is nearly impossible now, but he tries. He stacks the wood like he's solving one of his 3D puzzles. He tucks kindling in it. He levitates Ezra's body to the top of the pyre. He hesitates only a moment before lighting the pyre.
His corner of the Trench feels wrong. Broken prayers fall from numb lips and rain falls up as his friend's pyre burns down. ]