𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || Anakin Skywalker

𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬. 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.

Sersi's pov

I could hear him scream for hours as I stayed in the lab overnight. I couldn't not be near him. Because as much as I hated him right now, I needed to make sure he was okay. I made a promise to make sure he would always be okay.

I promised Obi-Wan I would always take care of our Anakin.

And even though he is no longer our Anakin, I still felt responsible. So when I left his room and came back to my lab, I started working on a new hand for him. I already had most of one started, and with the help of droids it wasn't going to take long at all for it to finish. The nerve receptors worked perfectly. It was as if because I was building it for him it worked. Like he was with me the first time. Everything felt just like then, accept I was terrified this time.

I was terrified to go into his room again. I didn't know what to expect once I got there. I knew he was calmer now, possibly even asleep.
All I knew was that his new hand was done, and I needed to give it to him.

So I grabbed the finished hand, and a small toolkit in case I needed it and slowly walked towards his room. There was no on there except for him, he had bandages covering his wounds, he had Bacta cream on the burns and he was asleep.

He looked so peaceful when he slept.

I quietly took a chair over to sit beside him, setting a few things down as I slowly, and quietly placed his right hand on a small table to it would make this easier for me. I removed his old, broken hand, inspecting the damage.

It looked completely ruined, I can't even tell what would've done something like this. It could've been fire or electricity. It could've been a number of things, he could've been attacked by a wild beast. I don't know. But whatever it was, I never want to meet it.

I looked back to his face to make sure he was still asleep, his face was still completely peaceful. No frown like I usually see, no worry lines between his brows. Just softness. Tranquility. Completely different from how he was hours ago.

When I knew for sure he was asleep, I began working on this new hand.

Vader's pov

As soon as I sent her away, I felt awful. Even worse than the physical pain I felt. I wanted her there, she made all of the pain go away for a few seconds, until I saw how scared she was because of what I did. Then I realized that I couldn't have her here. I couldn't have her see me like this.

I didn't ever want her to know that things like this happened to me.

I went and I saw my Master, Darth Sidious. He was unhappy with me, because I had failed him. I had failed to capture and destroy the Rebels once again. He needed to make an example of my failure. To deter me from failing him any further.

And it's working. When I get out of here. they are all dead. I was angry now, before I was annoyed. Now I'm on a man hunt and I'm going to destroy every single one of them until I find him.

He has always been my target. But as soon as it feels like I get close to him, he disappears like smoke. He is untouchable.

For now.

My murderous thoughts shifted as I felt her get closer to me. I wasn't sure I was ready to see her, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Maybe if I was asleep she would leave.

She was quiet when she came in, being very gentle with everything around her. I felt her staring at me, and I wanted to stare back but I knew I couldn't. If I did, she'd want to talk about it. And I don't want to talk about this with her. So the cowards way out it is, it isn't like I could leave the room. I felt her warm hands touch my skin, making me suck in a breath.