Anakin hurried to the Jedi Temple, as much as he didn't want to. He had no desire to see them again, much less talk to them, for they were the ones responsible for Ahsoka's departure, and for Anakin's pain, but he had his orders, and good soldiers follow orders.
Soldiers? he thought, Is that what we've become? He'd heard many of the clone troopers under his command say those words, yet he never thought they'd apply to him. He wasn't a soldier, he was better than that, he was a Jedi.
And yet, despite his reservations, he found himself heading there anyway, as though possessed. It was as if something was drawing him back there, though what, he couldn't say.
He soon arrived at the Temple. As he walked up the long set of steps leading to the entrance, he realised these were the same steps Ahsoka had walked down the last time he saw her... the last time he ever would see her. He made his way to the entrance, and through the ever-winding corridors and hallways of the labyrinthine complex. This kind of artistry and sophistication would make anyone else marvel at the wonders around them, but Anakin didn't care. As he looked around, all he could see was a Temple of traitors. His best friend was gone, because of them.
He reached the War Room, and didn't like what he saw. Standing in front of him, bold as brass, was the one Jedi he hated more than any other, the one who truly sealed the coffin on his friendship with Ahsoka, the leader of the Jedi Council, Mace Windu.
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Anakin & Ahsoka: Two Souls - A Star Wars Fan Fiction
FanfictionWitness the immediate aftermath of Ahsoka's heartbreaking departure from the Jedi Order, and the deep effect this has on her former master and friend, Anakin Skywalker.
