or, Why there’s actually way more going on in all those parallel edits of Anakin and
Ben kneeling before Palpatine and Snoke respectively than just the kneeling and
looking a hot, tormented mess
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.
“And then [Ahsoka] forgot about the people, because there he was, beside a ruined shield generator. Anakin. Bloody, sweaty, and still alive. He was fighting back-to-back with Master Kenobi and Taria, and stamped in their faces was a grim, desperate determination and a shared extremity of pain. A ring of droids surrounded them, moving in for the kill. Ahsoka felt her lips peel back in a snarl I don’t think so, you clanking barves. Not today. Not ever. […] The look on Anakin’s face, when he saw her, was the only reward she’d ever need. Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Siege