You killed Anakin.
"Have you come for revenge?" you whisper.
I look at the glassy walls, at the mosaic embedded in the floor, at the gossamer fine drapes on the delicate furniture.
At everything and anything but you.
But I give you the knife.
"Have you come to kill me?"
The puddle of light danced with the curtain...
"I have come for justice, Amidala," I whisper.
I look at you then.
Your eyes are dry but sane. The bitter red line that is your mouth is sharp. I can feel the slashes.
If I look hard, I can see where you bleed.
I killed him first. When I convinced you to send him away. We both did.
I give you the knife.
It passes through my ribs as easily as a needle through sand.
"You are lucky, Obi-Wan," you whisper, as I fall slowly to my knees.
"Death is too good for me."tbc