He's hard to miss. Asks a lot of questions, carries a lightsaber. [ a beat. ] Looks like me.
[ reminds me of his mother. strange how a boy who never knew either of them could be so much like them. ]
I know I'm asking a lot of you. If you'd prefer to stay out of this… [ anakin suspects he does. he has found an odd sense of kinship with this stormtrooper who would prefer to spend his hours among loved ones and forget the world outside exists.
how many times has he not wished the same? how many nights has he not wished he could be with padmé again, overlooking the shimmering lakes of naboo, alone and at peace? he wants the war over to bring to justice those responsible for the suffering of the galaxy, yes. but he wants the war over to be over. he had come so close to ending it himself…
he does not want to fight any more than he has to. he wants his friends safe. he wants his wife close. he wants to meet his son, hold him in his arms when luke is still small and new and promise him the galaxy if he wants it.
but luke's safety is paramount to him. finn fought his battles, and it cost him. his injuries were burned into anakin's mind the first time he glimpsed them; he saw them again and dressed them again and felt the echoes of pain again every few hours until they separated.
what he's asking is not to be taken lightly, nor does he. the same decency he paid to rex, to fives, to any of his men when even he recognized that what he was asking stretched the limits of human capacity or the parameters of their command, anakin leaves the choice up to finn. ]
[The only problem with that dream is the fact that the people Finn cares about most aren't around anymore. And he could stay hunkered down, keep his head in the figurative sand and forget what it means to have to wake up and fight without a reprieve— but ever since Poe and Rey left? It's been miserable. Pointless.
Lonely.
So even if it is crazy, committing to Anakin's plan (and it is), it's still better than wallowing or wasting away. Better than leaving the only friend he has left alone to struggle with something he clearly doesn't know how to handle.
They've come too far for that. Together.]
Nah. [Quiet, casual. As easy as waving away a question about the weather or what he might want to eat for dinner later on that night. And it comes with the slow side of a smile that's nothing short of reassuring: Anakin clearly needs the brace of it.] I'm good.
What kind of a friend would I be if I ran out on you now?
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[ reminds me of his mother. strange how a boy who never knew either of them could be so much like them. ]
I know I'm asking a lot of you. If you'd prefer to stay out of this… [ anakin suspects he does. he has found an odd sense of kinship with this stormtrooper who would prefer to spend his hours among loved ones and forget the world outside exists.
how many times has he not wished the same? how many nights has he not wished he could be with padmé again, overlooking the shimmering lakes of naboo, alone and at peace? he wants the war over to bring to justice those responsible for the suffering of the galaxy, yes. but he wants the war over to be over. he had come so close to ending it himself…
he does not want to fight any more than he has to. he wants his friends safe. he wants his wife close. he wants to meet his son, hold him in his arms when luke is still small and new and promise him the galaxy if he wants it.
but luke's safety is paramount to him. finn fought his battles, and it cost him. his injuries were burned into anakin's mind the first time he glimpsed them; he saw them again and dressed them again and felt the echoes of pain again every few hours until they separated.
what he's asking is not to be taken lightly, nor does he. the same decency he paid to rex, to fives, to any of his men when even he recognized that what he was asking stretched the limits of human capacity or the parameters of their command, anakin leaves the choice up to finn. ]
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Lonely.
So even if it is crazy, committing to Anakin's plan (and it is), it's still better than wallowing or wasting away. Better than leaving the only friend he has left alone to struggle with something he clearly doesn't know how to handle.
They've come too far for that. Together.]
Nah. [Quiet, casual. As easy as waving away a question about the weather or what he might want to eat for dinner later on that night. And it comes with the slow side of a smile that's nothing short of reassuring: Anakin clearly needs the brace of it.] I'm good.
What kind of a friend would I be if I ran out on you now?
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[ humor. not just good for pissing off sith lords.
anakin turns with a little bow of of his head. before he goes far, he looks back. ] You have today to get used to it. Tomorrow, beach at dawn.
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