In which Anakin has a moment to reflect and Coruscant is burning. OR the one where Anakin is haunted and nobody can help. One-shot. -:- He watches this city burn. Knives of something far more ancient than the universe embed themselves into his body; they snake around his chest, his heart, the tips of his fingers. It feels like utter black. Anakin calls it poison, Vader calls it hope. He opens his hand and time bends to beat of his heart. Who is he? -:-All Rights Reserved
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