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A haggard looking Obi-Wan Kenobi kicked the Council door open with the strength of a man who wasn’t used to having energy and power in a long time. He was fully soaked with the water container that remained fixed at his mouth. He drank with the passion of one that had never seen the rain before.
He carried his former apprentice at his side like a ragdoll, an arm around his middle. Anakin didn’t seem to mind it, his arms and legs hanging uselessly as though he didn’t trust himself to use his limbs.
“Have we got a story for you!” Anakin wheezed out, the sentence broken apart by many coughs and gasps for air.
The room was frozen, until Master Windu pressed one of the buttons on his chair.
"Padawan, please cancel the rest of our appointments." He asked, his eyes not leaving the pair.