darkforcerising | OPEN POST

The interesting thing was, that even in this state Obi-Wan wasn't seeking anyone out. Oh, he was doing things to living, breathing, people that he'd only done to droids (like lifting and crushing them with the force) in the name of expedience, but even as far gone as he was-

He was quite simply cutting a path directly toward Anakin.

All he wanted was to get to Anakin and get Anakin out. If the bloody idiots had the sense to run, he wouldn't have gone after them. Instead they kept coming to him. It was infuriating. The depths of the fury added to his fear. What he was doing and how added to his self-loathing.

He was a mess.

He was also uninhibited and all but unstoppable.

Until Anakin stepped through the door of his interrogation room.

At which point he stopped immediately.

Anakin stopped, turning off the lightsaber.

Obi-Wan stood at the end of the corridor, surrounded by bodies.

Anakin checked both directions before starting slowly towards Obi-Wan. He wasn't afraid. He just knew what it was like on that side of the Force. And he wanted back as quickly as possible.

"Obi-Wan," he said gently, trying to smile and not let the memories of Mustafar cloud his mind. "You did what I said. You survived."

He frowned at Anakin, then looked down at the lightsaber in his hand and... turned it off. Because Anakin had and because Anakin was in sight and while battered and bruised was in one piece.

"I want you out of here."

He was still just a complete mess of emotions that were feeding in on themselves - but his objective hadn't changed.

"I know," Anakin said, stepping over bodies now.

He held out his hand for Obi-Wan.

"Take my hand, Obi-Wan." His mind was reeling with what to say because he didn't know.

He hadn't been able to talk Ahsoka back from the Dark Side on Mortis - she'd died. He wasn't going to kill Obi-Wan. He'd only come back from the Dark Side on Tatooine after he'd killed all the Raiders of the tribe. There was a whole ship full of Imperials, plus two Inquisitors. And Anakin knew that could take a while.

He could feel Anakin's... upheaval? Albeit not clearly. He wasn't even feeling himself very clearly - or, rather, was feeling so much, including outright shame, that nothing was clear.

He frowned faintly.

"Why?"

He didn't much think he should be touching Anakin.

He really wanted to, though and he was as emotion driven right now. Which meant shame and 'don't' was at odds with worry and 'do'. Both of which were at odds with his burning desire to destroy everything< that had any part in taking Anakin away from him.

He took the hand anyway but not so much out of decision but because of what his strongest want in that second was. It could change in a heartbeat - or less.

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Anakin swallowed back his own fear turning in his stomach.

And when he spoke, "Because I want to know you're real," his voice wavered his eyes stung. He started blinking against the tears and the memories of their roles being reversed.

When Obi-Wan's hand touched his, Anakin pulled the man in close, dropping the lightsaber and wrapping his arm around the other man's body.

He moved his left hand up to grab the man's wrist, hoping the touch there might help the man find the life-line to pull himself up out of the Dark. "Come back to me, Obi-Wan," he said in his ear.

Stay with me.

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He flinched when Anakin pulled him in - flinched like he'd been physically hit - air even left his lungs in a sudden rush.

There was so much... stuff in his head, that almost none of it made any sort of coherent sense.

It didn't actually get better when Anakin's hand wrapped around his wrist and there was that voice in his ear. Both shocked him back enough to realize what he had done and absolute and utter horror and self-directed hatred.

He knew what Anakin was trying to do. He could feel the pull of it as clearly as he could feel his pulse against Anakin's fingers and the warmth of Anakin's breath against his skin. He even remembered pretty clearly the first time Anakin had done that, for him.

He was pretty firm in the idea that having failed to save Anakin he wasn't allowed to be saved by Anakin. ...He actually kind of wanted to die. Which fed back toward confusion and disorientation and fear and despair and-

He was breathing though, and at least starting to try to settle himself down. He wasn't really succeeding, but an effort was being made.

"Love. Cool motive." He very tentatively brushed his fingers over Anakin's cheek. "Want a star destroyer?"

And Anakin was sure that because he'd failed Obi-Wan (and the rest of the galaxy) he had to save him (and the rest of the galaxy) now.

But he felt the slight change, and his heart just about broke from the weight of his emotions as he realized how tightly he was holding back. Relief was coursing through him now, and out of him - it seemed like he was crying more now than when this started. He found Obi-Wan's mouth and kissed him.

He lifted the Inquisitor's lightsaber with the Force and opened it to get the crystals.

He grabbed the crystals and then Obi-Wan's hand, trapping them between their palms.

"Help me purify them." Because doing so was pure Light and Obi-Wan needed that right now.

It was only with the relief that he really became aware of Anakin crying. He hated it. He hated himself for his role in making it happened. He hated Darth Vader, everyone on the ship, and the Empire, too. They'd all done this.

He didn't hate Anakin.

And he tried to get that under control, too.

He watched Anakin pulling the crystals out, then felt them hard and sharp between their hands, cool but warming rapidly between their combined body heat.

He brushed a tear away from Anakin's cheek with his free hand, and shook his head slightly. "If I could manage that I wouldn't be here." Here being in the Dark. His voice was oddly flat, like that much emotion cancelled itself out, somehow, in expression.

The irony of saying that though was he knew, knew damn well what he would have said to someone else. Recognized it for what it was - fear of trying again, and shame and then the self-feeding the nature of the thing. His empathy for Anakin on Mustafar had never been higher.

He wasn't feeling excessively violent at the moment, but he also knew very well that was because there was noone here but Anakin. ANd he hated that.

"Just.... Stop." Not stop doing anything in particular, and his grip on Anakin's hand around those crystals was solid and tight. Just. Stop. Stop was the only clear thought in his head, but it was... too much a request to be as simple as 'go away'. Stop what was happening? Stop him? Stop trying to help? Make it stop? That he was abruptly near tears himself and not even aware of it said... probably all of those things and more.

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“No,” Anakin said, tightening his grip on Obi-Wan’s hand. “One of the biggest lies the Order taught us is that if we fall we can never get back up - that’s wrong! Right now, it doesn’t matter what got you here, it’s what you do next.”

Try.

He tried not to sound too desperate, they were still on a ship with Imperials. They weren’t out of this yet. But Anakin resolved that whatever happened, if they lived or were killed here, he would stay by Obi-Wan’s side through it.

“Darkness cannot drive out Darkness, only Light can do that. The trick Qui-Gon has been trying to teach you these past months is love.” Hate had kept him alive after Mustafar. It was how Sith achieved their version of immortality. Love was how you lived enterally in the Light.

“I don’t care if I do most of the work, all you have to do is try. Just love me enough to see how much I love you no matter what you did just now. Love me enough to forgive yourself and love yourself.”

Love me enough to live.

He was pretty sure what Qui-Gon was trying to teach him was about being able to let go of everything, actually, but he was not so far gone that he didn't see the practical applications here.

Even if what he'd done here was the result of doing anything but being willing to let go.

He was also absolutely sure that forgiving himself, much less loving himself, was an impossible proposition. Impossible enough for him to not even be able to figure out how that was a possibility, or to even make an attempt. He wanted to ask Anakin just how much Anakin had forgiven himself.

The thing was, he did love Anakin and he did love Anakin enough to do the thing there that he understood, and that was try to reach back toward the light.

Because Anakin was right. The idea that someone who fell was lost forever was a lie. He knew that (now).

He had the same problem he'd had before, only more so: He couldn't hold onto it. He couldn't get far enough away from fear/anger (and now hate, grief, self-loathing, and other things he'd let bubble up to get to Anakin) for long enough to be able to keep any sort of focus or grip. It felt like trying to hold onto a fistful of water.

But he absolutely did try, and he kept trying, even if it kept slipping out of his grasp.

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What was love but letting go?

Obi-Wan trying was enough for Anakin. He'd pull them the rest of the way.

He reached for the Force and started pulling it through the crystals in their hands. He reached for Obi-Wan's presence in the Force, pulling them together, weaving himself into Obi-Wan as much as the man would let him. It was here he felt all of Obi-Wan's negative emotions - the hate and self-loathing he was intimately familiar with because of his own experiences. And he knew why Obi-Wan clung to them. He acknowledge them, tried to let Obi-Wan know he understood.

Let go.

He started pulling more of the Force, but made the target wider: them. The Light was warm at first, like a welcoming glow, but it grew steadily hotter until it reached the level of painful. The crystals in the palms of their hands felt like fire - he'd know - but when he looked, there were no flames. He'd survived immolation before, and he knew with certainty only found in the Force that they would survive this.

He gripped Obi-Wan's hand tighter, tugged him closer in his embrace.

The gray surfaces of the corridor walls, ceiling, and floors started to reflect a brilliant white, and it took Anakin a moment to realize it was them who were casting the light. As the light got brighter, he closed his eyes. Nothing outside of this mattered.

He didn't stop pulling the Force until he felt Obi-Wan touch it, grab it, and find a steady grip. He wouldn't stop until he felt Obi-Wan was back. He knew Obi-Wan would never be the same after this, but he'd never been the same after his fall either. Sometimes things changed, but it would still be okay. Because he was here, with Obi-Wan, and he wasn't going to leave him again.

Obi-Wan let Anakin weave them together, but not deeply. Enough for there to be connection, yes, and for that connection to be solid, but no more than that. Enough for him to know what Anakin was offering was empathy, rather than sympathy, but really entwining he couldn't stomach the thought of.

For Anakin's sake.

The same reason that he allowed himself to be pulled in closer, but ultimately put a hand up on Anakin's shoulder and maintained some physical distance even while allowing himself to be held. He just... couldn't accept more than that.

Even when Light started being pulled through him, surrounded him and burned from the inside out, made him shake, made him sweat, made his teeth clench hard against it, felt it quite literally burn away not just dark but shadows. He felt half-blinded and certainly there were tears streaming from his eyes, unchecked and silent.

There was just that little bit of distance he would not let Anakin across.

He did, however, even holding that space solidly manage to find a proper grip on the Light, in the force, and distance or no he returned Anakin's grip on him, both physical and metaphysical.

He kept holding on until the burn faded and light faded enough to allow him to see again, and see Anakin within the brilliant white light and... well, in spite of everything else and the fact that both he and the relationship felt utterly wrecked he absolutely, utterly, loved Anakin.

It hurt, the way Obi-Wan maintained the distance between them after months of sharing level of intimacy that could best be described as living inside one another.

Changed.

Anakin knew Obi-Wan would be. He would need to find a way to accept it.

Having Obi-Wan back was enough, it would be enough for a while... And if they never reached that level of intimacy again? Well, it would still be enough because Anakin loved him. Having him back in any way was enough when you loved someone.

He didn't let go yet. He needed to be sure about what Obi-Wan could handle.

"Do you think you can fight beside me? Enough to take the ship?" Obi-Wan had already taken out so much of the crew. But if he wasn't up for anything more, Anakin wouldn't push it. "Or just enough to get out of here?"

He... was changed, yes, but the reason for the distance was just absolute disgust and lack of trust in himself. He could get back to the light, yeah, and had. He could even hold onto it.

If he'd been self-loathing before, though, what he was now deserved a better word. He honestly felt like he was going to contaminate or infect Anakin.

Anakin who already had a lifetime of memories of life in the Dark and atrocities that Obi-Wan had failed to save him from in his head.

He nodded silently at Anakin. "I can." He had that dissociation trick to revert to. He could do that and it would provide enough of a buffer, along with the pure intensity of having been... burned clean, metaphorically... to rely on. "We could use the ship." Get something solid out of this - though Anakin still being alive was already worth it. More than worth it.

Anakin understood every reason Obi-Wan was maintaining distance, the feelings of unworthiness were difficult to navigate. How many times had he thought after the Raiders that he'd been better than that. Had known better.

He didn't judge Obi-Wan for any of this.

And they could talk about this more, later, when they were no longer in danger.

"Let's take the ship." He nodded grimmly, he would give Obi-Wan the space he needed.

He stepped back, and calling the Inquisitor's lightsaber to him. He slotted the crystals and turned it on - just the one side, he wasn't an idiot. The white blade was beautiful.

"I have a message I want to send to the Empire," he said with a small smile.

That weapon is your life.

Anakin had lost his own, then found another one and made it his own.

That was beautiful.

...He wanted to find the original badly, but that could wait until after they took the ship. It had to be here somewhere. He wanted it back. He needed it back. He might not be doing so hot on the letting go thing.

He felt a little better about that, at least, when he reminded himself that he had the original crystal, hanging just under his tunic.

He nodded in understanding, turned his own blade on and let himself all but disappear into the Force. Become basically transparent as he stretched out into it and it into him. After that he just started moving and, well, there was no darkness fueling him and he wasn't crushing people with the force - or using direct application of the Force at all - but he was still a highly disturbing, highly effective, almost robotic killing machine.

After what he'd already done and with Anakin beside him, it wasn't going to take long for them to be the only living beings on the ship.

Anakin wanted to find his lightsaber again, too. Mostly because it was meant to go to someone else, when the age was right. He was just using it for the time being. But they had a whole hyperjump trip to search for it.

He started the nav computer calculating a hyperjump and turned off the short range communications array. They didn't need any local Imperials to try contacting them as they started leaving. He kept the long range communication system open.

He typed up the message for Palpatine and Vader. He'd never used their private communications channels before, but it felt time to breach that boundary.

Ho, Ho, Ho! Now we have a star destroyer

He didn't keep Obi-Wan from seeing it, he'd explain it if the man asked.

The nav computer beeped, producing a vector. Anakin hit the propulsion and autolocked the jump. The planet in the giant viewport started to drop out of sight. He watched the countdown to hyperjump and waited until the last moment to send the message. The confirmation that the message was sent chimed just before the pinpoints of lights on the horizon elongated and bled together into hyperspace.

He turned to Obi-Wan then. Went to him, put his hand - left hand - on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk, or do you want me to leave you alone?"

He was curious about the message but assumed most of the nature of it was pretty self-evident and didn't ask for more.

He didn't do more than glance at it, either, instead opting to listlessly watching the planet falling away and then the jump into hyperspace. He was almost unaware of Anakin approaching - not entirely but enough that he didn't have time to more politely evade the touch and ended up cringing away from it.

His mental shields were shaky and erratic, and the bond between them was in place, but he just....

Just....

He was nauseated and he didn't know what to do with himself or how to answer the question because he didn't have an answer.

"...How fully outfitted is this ship? What are we going to do with the bodies and do you know where the refreshers will be?

Anakin resisted the urge to pull Obi-Wan into a tight hug and just hold him until... forever.

Instead, Anakin pulled his hand back and respected Obi-Wan's space.

"I can show you to the captain's quarters." The refresher would be bigger, and yet still feel enclosed, instead of a row of showers for troops.

"I'll take care of the bodies." In addition to moving them himself - the Force was good for this - he had a plan to override every droid he encountered. He'd have an army of droids scrubbing this place before they exited hyperspace. It would give him something to do.

"No." He was firm on that, even understanding the gist of what Anakin was doing and the kindness of it. He didn't... feel deserving enough of compassion to want anything to do with it. "Most of this is my mess. I won't ask you not to help, but I won't let you do it alone."

Even if it was just overriding droid commands, but especially if it was more than that. He wasn't going to be sheltered that way. It wasn't... just.

Anakin saw reason not to argue. He understood the need to be doing something. He nodded.

"We can take them down to the engines. Have them thrown into the sublights when we drop out of hyperspace." Crude, but effective for destroying bodies. Everything would burn up. And he was really hoping to use droids for that part because nothing about that was pleasant.

"But we go to the captain's quarters first."

He was so... not just glad but grateful for the lack of argument that even if he'd been able to use more words right now he would have struggled to find them.

"We can use the droids to help and multi-task by looking - and having the droids look - for your lightsaber." He rubbed his eyes a bit and then dropped his hand to look at Anakin with mild curiosity. "All right, but why?"

"Because... you asked where the refershers were," Anakin pointed out. "The Captain's quarters have private bathrooms. I'm assuming that's a pressing need if you asked about them?"

"I need to throw up and shower," he said, apologetically, "I'll probably need more of both after we've finished disposing of those bodies.... May as well wait?" Yes, yes including the vomiting violently thing. He'd been a Jedi after all.

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