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Summary—Anakin Skywalker is a Sith. Yet Obi-Wan Kenobi believes otherwise, thinking he can save him. Anakin defies that claim for as long as he can, but he's breaking down, under the stars.


"Who is the more foolish, the child afraid of the dark, or the man afraid of the light?"

Maurice Freehill~


The boy looked defiantly on. "You will not change me. You won't." He looks suddenly sad, his face downcast. He turns away from the man before him. "You can't."

Though my soul may set in darkness

The man, though, does not cry. Nor argue, nor agree. He walks away, and says only one thing.

"Someday, I promise you. Someday, you'll come back."

It will rise in perfect light

The boy and man sit outside, looking up at the sky. Neither speaks, nor moves.

"I've always wanted to see the stars," the boy softly says.

"You've never seen them?" the man asks.

The boy shakes his head. "Never."

He looks up. "But I always loved them."

I have loved the stars too fondly

"What are you more afraid of?" the man asks, looking over. Silent after time, they speak again.

The boy looks over. "Sorry?"

"You've been here two years now. A year ago, you said you were afraid of the light. Are you still afraid of it, or of the dark?"

The boy looks back at the stars. "The dark."

The man's eyebrows rise. "Yet you come out every night?"

"The stars."

To be fearful of the night