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It had been a dumb thing to fight over, but Ani wasn't about to stand there and just let Greedo talk like that to Kitster.
Now he was sitting here, feet dangling as he sat perched on the too high bench, bloodied knuckles and split lip. His Amu wasting their precious little medical supplies on the few cuts that littered his hands when she should be saving it for when it was truely needed. It wouldn't be long now until it was and then they would have none, all because Ani couldn't keep his hands to himself and his mouth shut.
"Ani."
Amu was calling, she was going to be mad. He should have just ignored it, walked past like Kitster did. Kitster didn't care what was said about him so why should Ani care. He wasn't going to cry, he had already promised himself that much. The desert didn't get to take that little water from him after it had already taken his blood today.
"Ani, I need to know why."
His hand tightened its already exhausted grip on the edge of the bench with soft pressure and then sting of a medical patch mixing with his mothers words. He could lie, but his Amu would know. She would be more upset if he lied, but the truth wasn't any better.
"Greedo. He was saying some.. some really bad stuff about Kitster and I didn't know what else to do.."
Once he started he couldn't stop spilling the whole saddening tale out to his amu. How he had reacted before his mind could meet his mouth and how his fists flew first. And how Kitster looked horrified. And how he thinks he's lost a friend now.
"-And I'm sorry, I didn't think, I'm sorry-"
Amu looked up at him, eyes sad, hands gently applying the last of the bacta cream to a nasty looking slice on the back of his fist. Caused from when he'd been slammed back against an open door frame after punching one of Greedo's allies. He had just been lucky no wires had joined in on slicing up his arm.
Amu was disappointed in him, but she didn't say that. She didn't have to say that for Ani to know that she was. She sighed as she stood, medical supply bag now thurally depleted laying open on the floor behind her.
"Just promise me you'll try and stay in one piece from now on."
"Promise"
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Anakin Skywalker stood in front of the small mirror the Jedi allowed to be installed in their rooms. Its edges had been greyed over the years leaving only the centre clear enough to see his reflection, but it was enough to see what he needed.
The scar where his arm met his not-arm was jagged. He had expected it to be smooth, like the cuts he made with his own sabar. Instead the flesh had melted around it, leaving one side smooth and the other a lumped and awkward mess protruding from his once smooth skinned arm.
It also hurt more now then he thought it would, his hand tracing the gap where flesh met metal. By now the pain was meant to have subsided he wasn't suppose to feel like an arm was where it shouldn't be. His 'new' arm was meant to replace his old one but instead it felt like an imposter had taken its place. His arm was there but it wasn't. Flesh went to meet flesh but all it found was metal, twisted and cold, in its place.
The mirror was small but it was large enough to see the missing piece of himself. To see where he had failed the Jedi, Padmè and now all the people depending on him to lead them into a war and where he had broken his most important promise.
"Mostly in one piece is good enough, right Amu?"