The Dark is Patient [a.s]

Ghosts of Our Past

  Ahsoka was trembling and her eyes kept flickering to the door as she paced, wondering if Anakin was still on the other side and whether or not he would try to come in or not. She needed to do something or else it felt like she would explode. The restlessness hit her harshly and she was nearly tempted to take Anakin up on his offer just so she could have some sort of outlet.

She took in a shaking breath and perched herself on the edge of her bed, trying to calm down and think of the wise lessons of the council when it came to getting emotions under control. Not that she had ever been good at that. Anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering... or something. Yoda's voice was faint and she screwed her eyes shut and bent over on herself.

How could Anakin be serious? She was never meant to be a part of this? As if that was supposed to make her feel better? Like she wasn't supposed to care about the hundreds of thousands of Jedi who fell along with Padawans and younglings. And all the clones she had lost... but she wasn't supposed to be a part of it.

The thought made her sick and her stomach twisted painfully. Ahsoka shot up and looked around urgently as the overwhelming urge to vomit rocked into her. There had to be a restroom and she hurriedly felt along the walls, feeling like a caged animal all the sudden before a door finally revealed itself and slid open, revealing a lavatory. She rushed over to the toilet and dry heaved over it, feeling pathetic and useless and so angry. With everything. With the Force, the galaxy, Anakin and herself.

Ahsoka fell back onto her hands, her chest heaving and she let out a blood curdling scream as her Master's voice rang loudly in her head. Trembling and curling in on herself with fists clenched tightly against her chest. Barely hearing the sound of metal crunching and glass shattering, not paying any mind as the shards littered down and cut into her skin. She felt blind, only seeing hot-white and she just needed out.

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  La'vena was sweating and panting, laid out on the ground and trying to calm her breathing while Anakin leaned against the wall with his own shirt off and wiping his damp hair from his eyes. The castle was kept as cool as it could be, but it was hard not to get overheated when training rigorously on a planet covered in lava.

La'vena sat up and wiped sweat from her brow and eyed him for a moment.

Anakin bent down to grab his shirt and could feel her curiosity. "You want to ask me something?"

Her jaw tightened for a moment before she continued. "What exactly is your plan with her?"

He shrugged the fabric up over his head and his muscles already ached. "What do you mean?" She stood up and summoned her saber from across the room, seeing as Anakin had disarmed her and sent it flying. Something she was still apparently pissed about with the way her nostrils flared slightly.

"People are going to ask questions. Many Jedi come here but they swear their loyalty to the Empire. Do you really expect her to do the same?"

He shook his head and spun his saber absentmindedly. "I don't see the point in talking about this-"

"I think there's great reason to talk about this, Master. Do you seriously believe she'll change her mind about it? About you?"

Anakin narrowed his eyes at his apprentice, not seeing why she cared so much about what he did in regards to Ahoska. "I know Ahsoka. She'll understand, she just needs time. It's a big transition for her."

La'vena crossed her arms and scoffed, as if he was being unreasonable and he wondered where the sudden attitude had come from. "And if she doesn't change her mind?"