If Hate Leads to Suffering... | Obi Wan Kenobi

Act II. vi

"I don't have time for this, Xaela." Anakin warned her but she wouldn't listen. "I need urgently to speak with Master Windu."

"Anakin, this is going to work." She said and held up her ignited yellow lightsaber, she lifted her other arm and pressed the weapon to her skin.

She wanted to cry out in pain, the feeling of her flesh cooking caused her to shut her eyes and nearly fall to the ground in agony. Thankfully, Anakin ripped the saber from her and shut it off.

"Xaela!" He boomed and the girl tried her best to take a few deep breaths, calming herself as her skin burned. "What is the matter with you?"

"Okay," she said after a few seconds, "now, focus on healing me."

Anakin shook his head and looked at her like she was crazy.

"You know I can't." His voice was hard.

"I know you can." She used her good arm to grab his good hand and hold it over her wound. "Remember, don't fear for me, think of passion, good emotions, and you can do it. Draw from the Force and heal me."

Anakin closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to concentrate. Xaela had full faith in him, but didn't know if he did in himself. Nothing happened and Anakin's hand began to shake, she wouldn't say anything, he could do this.

She felt something bad in him, some flicker of rage, but nothing happened as she looked at her raw wound. Then, she saw his hand still, and a small smile crossed his features, the flicker of rage died. And Xaela's wound started to itch. She looked down and her skin was moving, pulling itself inward like an invisible knitting pattern. Xaela was in shock, completely dumbfound, and then it stopped, the wound only halfway healed.

Anakin sighed and looked down, his hand dropping.

"Anakin, look!" Xaela nearly screamed.

He looked at her wound and his eyes widened, he was definitely drained, but she could tell he felt some sense of accomplishment.

"What happened?" She asked.

Anakin took her arm in his hands and inspected his half finished job. His mouth was open in surprise.

"At first I was mad at you for hurting yourself, and I thought I couldn't be able to help you." He admitted. "But then I thought you were an idiot and that made me laugh because you are."

"Of course I'm an idiot!" The two of them laughed and Xaela was so excited. "Now we have to fix the hole in my arm."

"I don't think I can do it right now," Anakin shook his head, "it takes a lot out of me."

"I'll help you." She said and grabbed his hand to put over the burn again, this time doing the same motion.

"Just think of me being an idiot with a fully healed arm." She whispered and Anakin chuckled.

The two focused, hard. Xaela thought of her wound sealing, the pain subsiding. She thought of the skin becoming new and accompanied those thoughts with good emotion. She did not bring fear, anger, or hatred, but she did bring the passion to help others into her mind (and a small part of her thought of Anakin saying she was an idiot, which made her smile). The itching skin and accumulating exhaustion meant it was working, but she kept her focus steady, and soon she felt no pain and no itching.

She opened her eyes to see no wound. What replaced it was fresh, new skin, paler than the rest of her, but she didn't mind. They did it.

The two Jedi looked at each other in shock. Both completely drained and leaning on each other for support, but both so proud of themselves and what they did with the Dark side.