Anakin *angrily lounging on a couch*:
Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.Ahsoka: Are you all right, Master?
Anakin:
No, Obi-Wan stole my fucking jar of cookies.
Anakin *angrily lounging on a couch*:
Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.Ahsoka: Are you all right, Master?
Anakin:
No, Obi-Wan stole my fucking jar of cookies.