[The mask is where his mind shorts out. The darkness, the cold, the hollow, the eyes. It's all there.
He's seen it.
He's seen it and hadn't known at the time just why the burned husk of a broken respirator could resonate so harshly, so deeply, so evil. He'd never put it together before, the pull he'd felt then to an encroaching pitch black void and the idea of the Sith that's maimed his son. Killed others, unsurprisingly it seems, beside.
Throwing it away, in retrospect, seems now like a concession, letting that darkness linger and creep until new hands reach it instead. They should have burned it again. He can only hope Obi-Wan did the right--the logical--thing and destroyed it.
Anakin is thankful that Luke can't see the shock etched in his face and too-wide eyes, though the stall in his breathing, the sudden lurch in his step, both are indicators he can't suppress behind a helmet.]
Alright, fine. Maybe you're right.
[In the face of that, running away doesn't seem quite so foolish.]
welp!
He's seen it.
He's seen it and hadn't known at the time just why the burned husk of a broken respirator could resonate so harshly, so deeply, so evil. He'd never put it together before, the pull he'd felt then to an encroaching pitch black void and the idea of the Sith that's maimed his son. Killed others, unsurprisingly it seems, beside.
Throwing it away, in retrospect, seems now like a concession, letting that darkness linger and creep until new hands reach it instead. They should have burned it again. He can only hope Obi-Wan did the right--the logical--thing and destroyed it.
Anakin is thankful that Luke can't see the shock etched in his face and too-wide eyes, though the stall in his breathing, the sudden lurch in his step, both are indicators he can't suppress behind a helmet.]
Alright, fine. Maybe you're right.
[In the face of that, running away doesn't seem quite so foolish.]