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Anakin's sitting on Elesse's bed, her knees tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around them, her gaze distant. The bed is made, rumpled only by her movements, and the apartment is - empty. Quiet.
One could be forgiven for thinking it's unlived in.
Anakin's having a debate with herself, an ongoing negotiation, her mind spiraling and eating itself and struggling to get away, to live -
Anakin did more than anyone else to fight this. Anakin saved people.
Elesse and Anakin will continue to save people.
It's -
Hard.
She never wanted to fight. Not really. Not like this.
It sucks that she still has to.
That's - a lot. And it matters for a lot.
Anakin - doesn't know what she'd be doing right now without Elesse. But it probably wouldn't be pretty.
Yeah. It is.
Elesse is Anakin's, and she's going to be Anakin's forever.
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