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    In the aftermath of painful revelations, Obi-Wan and Anakin struggle to come to terms with the heavy price of secrets. But the war gives no respite and soon enemies are closing in, putting the Team’s honesty, loyalty and trust in each other to the test. Sequel to In Time.

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    Anakin shoved himself out from under the control panel, clambering up. Snips was sitting on the communications console, her legs dangling carelessly. She smiled at him impishly and there was a happy glint in her blue eyes. It made Anakin realize he was in a dream.

    “You left.” The words were all his brain needed to recognize the impossibility of her presence; the freighter vanished around them, and they were left standing outside the Temple, at the top of the grand stairs, the rays of the setting sun exposing his Padawan’s – former Padawan’s – grave but determined face.

    “Yes. And I’m not coming back.”

    Her words were as painful to him now as they had been then. He followed the familiar beats of the memory, confessing quietly, “I understand wanting to walk away from the Order.”

    “I know.” Instead of Ahsoka, it was Obi-Wan’s voice saying the words. Obi-Wan, who was standing before Anakin, face sombre and disappointed. “I know everything now.” Then his Master turned away, and rooted to his spot, Anakin could only watch as Obi-Wan walked away, getting smaller and smaller with each step, until there was nothing left of him and Anakin truly was alone.

    He was alone, until he was not.

    “Master Anakin, you should sit down. The dinner will be ready shortly,” C-3PO fussed, herding Anakin to a plush couch. “Oh my, your clothes are very dirty, Mistress Padmé won’t like that at all.” Anakin looked down at his robe: it was drenched in blood. Panicked, he struggled to get out of the garment, and stuffed it behind the couch, out of sight.

    “I’m afraid that hardly made any difference,” C-3PO said disapprovingly. Heart hammering, Anakin noticed that his tunic and trousers were also covered in fresh blood. “And Master Anakin, now you have dirtied the couch as well, how am I getting it clean now in time for the party, I’ll never know.”

    “I didn’t mean to!” Anakin protested, sullen.

    “I don’t know you anymore,” Padmé cried, clutching her stomach. She had come to stand before him, and there was a growing red stain on her white silken nightgown, right where her heart should be. She looked at him like he was a stranger instead of her husband. “Anakin, you are breaking my heart.”

    “I didn’t mean to,” he repeated, now anguished. Padmé could not leave him too, he could not bear it – but she had already vanished before the thought had fully formed, leaving Anakin standing in the middle of a sea of burning sand, alone. The desert surrounded him on all sides, stretching as far as his eyes could see and even further; it was endless. He knew it had devoured the whole galaxy, every star and moon, everything he had ever loved.

    He stood in the emptiness an eternity, until they finally came.

    They rose from the sand swift and silent, one after another, circling Anakin. Soon there was no gap in the circle of Sand People surrounding him, only a solid wall of deformed, mutilated bodies. They stared at Anakin with hollow eyes, their rags of clothes blackened and scorched. The smell of burnt flesh made Anakin gag.

    “I’m not sorry,” he rasped, throat scraped raw by dry sand. “I’m not. You took them from me.” Wherever he turned, he was met with a row of empty eyes. The monsters’ black maws opened, swallowed Anakin’s denials and then they spoke as one, with one voice – and it was Obi-Wan’s voice.

    “Deceiver. Murderer.”

    The sand was burning; all around him it was a hellish fire, a hot agony searing through him. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” Anakin screamed and it was himself he hated most of all.

    Old Obi-Wan looked at him sadly, flames licking at his robes. “Remember,” Ben said, hand reaching towards Anakin. “Remember. I have always loved you. Always.”

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