[Anakin comes to slowly almost as if he's already aware of what awaits him. He's stiff and sore and he moves to throw a hand over his head except there's nothing there.
And then it all comes back to him.
There was no coming back from this. The knowledge that their worlds would wait for them had once been of comfort and was now a noose around his neck. There was no changing this. Not when he wasn't content enough to let it loom in his future, but to try and bring it about here and now.
He was no Jedi. Never had been.
He curls up into a ball in a futile attempt to block everything out. All the while one word echoes ceaselessly in his head.
no subject
And then it all comes back to him.
There was no coming back from this. The knowledge that their worlds would wait for them had once been of comfort and was now a noose around his neck. There was no changing this. Not when he wasn't content enough to let it loom in his future, but to try and bring it about here and now.
He was no Jedi. Never had been.
He curls up into a ball in a futile attempt to block everything out. All the while one word echoes ceaselessly in his head.
Vader.]