[ he did take uncle's arm off. is that really an acceptable risk. ]
I can. [ the whispers begin again or maybe they were always there and anakin can only hear them again now in the terrible, waiting quiet until the denouement. you can end the war today. finish him. he's too dangerous to let live, and they are the words the chancellor spoke to him, his friend comforting him when the risk was to him, but the tone… colder, crueler than palpatine could ever be.
i sense great fear in you, whispers a voice not unlike dooku's, and it's true now as it was then. the lightsaber threatening his side is a farce. their stunned witness is a footnote. anakin grips the force, his lightsaber and his control in a burning fist. his dread is not for him for what may happen to him — it is for what he may do.
he can kill him. the urging at the edges of his consciousness promises how much better, how much easier. for the second time in less than twenty-four hours he hears someone argue for their life over the sizzle and pop of his lightsaber. the smell of burnt flesh mingles with the smell of burnt ozone, and anakin's stomach turns. this isn't the jedi way. he needs him alive. he can't — ]
I'm choosing not to. [ a wave of his fingers finds the red lightsaber extinguished. anakin removes his to hold it over kylo ren's shoulder. ] Remember that.
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I can. [ the whispers begin again or maybe they were always there and anakin can only hear them again now in the terrible, waiting quiet until the denouement. you can end the war today. finish him. he's too dangerous to let live, and they are the words the chancellor spoke to him, his friend comforting him when the risk was to him, but the tone… colder, crueler than palpatine could ever be.
i sense great fear in you, whispers a voice not unlike dooku's, and it's true now as it was then. the lightsaber threatening his side is a farce. their stunned witness is a footnote. anakin grips the force, his lightsaber and his control in a burning fist. his dread is not for him for what may happen to him — it is for what he may do.
he can kill him. the urging at the edges of his consciousness promises how much better, how much easier. for the second time in less than twenty-four hours he hears someone argue for their life over the sizzle and pop of his lightsaber. the smell of burnt flesh mingles with the smell of burnt ozone, and anakin's stomach turns. this isn't the jedi way. he needs him alive. he can't — ]
I'm choosing not to. [ a wave of his fingers finds the red lightsaber extinguished. anakin removes his to hold it over kylo ren's shoulder. ] Remember that.