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            he stands still the moment he hears his name,   — wishing it were his mother calling out to him, but knowing it were not.  for behind him, is a man he knows to be his grandfather. in a  blue  shimmer  orchestrated  by  a  presence  the  galaxy                ( those  of  no  force sensitive nature) had thought itself free of.  but anakin skywalker, though he may not live … were still there.   he was part of the force, like the jedi who had died before him.  and he was here now, when the force ached and screamed with the loss of another.     the loss of ben’s mother.  and oh, the turmoil bubbles in ben like the molten rock of mustafar,  and it burns just as bright.                     for in his chest, is anger, so much of it … that if not for how potent the sadness, it would have overshadowed it all together.                it’s like the poison his mother was killed with.     the poison which left his mother looking asleep in her son’s arms rather than dead.         and now that she was gone,       it spread to him.       jacen solo, or whatever remained of him within the shroud of darth caedus … took a part of his padawan’s heart, and crushed it. 

                                  ❛ — ….. are you here to tell me i’m wrong …. ? ❜

               MARA’S SOUL LINGERS on the line toeing this world && the next, an old kind of in between, not yet at home with the living or the dead. She ascends slowly, borne on a luculent breeze which blows not from the north, but from the golden nebulae of the Force. She’d be with them soon, standing aside all the others who have given themselves up to the Force. Whether she would gain a physical form, the spirit cannot be sure. He’d never known Mara to study the Way of the Whills, but he himself had only received instruction on how to preserve his consciousness after his own death. Perhaps Mara can as well.

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     ❝ Wrong for what, Ben? For feeling anger && despair at your mother’s murder? Those emotions are only natural, it’s what you do with them that matters. Like your cousin, I turned my sorrows outward. I caused anguish in others to try && erase it within myself. Don’t deny your anger or your sadness, but you must also not give into it. No loss is worth the price of slipping into the Dark. ❞

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.