You blame yourself. [He can feel it. Pangs of regret twisting through the air as if they were his own. Something tangible to be pulled down and pinned beneath his fingertips.]
Don't.
[He'd seen Anakin Skywalker, when every layer of false loyalty peeled back to reveal his hateful, hungry heart - the man that choked him willfully over nothing more than bruises on his apprentice's throat. Bruises he wears yet again.
Perhaps the ghost of his grandfather yet lives through the Force after all.]
no subject
Don't.
[He'd seen Anakin Skywalker, when every layer of false loyalty peeled back to reveal his hateful, hungry heart - the man that choked him willfully over nothing more than bruises on his apprentice's throat. Bruises he wears yet again.
Perhaps the ghost of his grandfather yet lives through the Force after all.]