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“I know you, because I knew your master. One wonders… Just how similar you might become.
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Blades hissed as they collided over and over, red against white, one striking viciously and the other defending with somehow equal ferocity.
Ahsoka was burning, aching, angry all at once. She hated him. And she hated him so much because she loved him even more.
Another clash. Another narrow block. Another moment where the blade was inches away from her face.
Hot, feral tears stung her face. This was wrong in every sense of the word. They were siblings, they had a bond and trust that simply could not be broken.
By anyone else, at least.
She’d felt that bond pull apart during order 66, and that trust shatter minutes before when she’d realized who hid behind that mask of shadows.
Her master, her friend, her brother.
Anakin.
She felt like screaming again.
It was so wrong.
All at once, the full weight came crashing down on her again and she couldn’t hold back her screams. Her shoulders slouched under the weight of a sky full of grief. Two white blades vanished and the hilts fell from her hands. She’d let them fall.
The red blade flashed and she screamed again, falling to her knees. There was a long, deep burn across her stomach but not enough to kill her. Not enough to make her surrender.
But the one behind that mask might be.
She looked up with feral defiance only for that to shatter as again those morbid yellow eyes pierced her heart that so hurt to see them blue again.
“Y-you,” She gasped as searing pain shot from the burn with every breath. It wasn’t the physical pain that hurt so much as the knowledge of who had made that wound.
“You promised that-”
She was cut off by another gasping wheeze but she didn’t need to finish. A Force echo of a moment years ago sounded, crying, “I would never let anything hurt you, Ahsoka, never!”
He wavered. She was sure that the sickly shade of yellow in his eyes flashed blue.
The red blade clattered to the floor.
The voice of her master came out strangled through his modulator.
“Goodbye, Snips.”
When he turned around and left, footsteps echoing on the stone floor, it cut deeper than any lightsaber could have. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced words through her clenched teeth. After tonight, may the Force strike her down if the empire didn’t fall by her hand.
“I will find you.”
It was a whispered promise. She wouldn’t leave him. He would come back to her. She heard a voice answer hers from the shadows of where he’d gone.
“On darkest night.”