I never thought I’d be the next one you blamed.
One of the things that sticks out for me is just how heartbroken Obi-Wan becomes because of Anakin, at so many different points in their lives together.
I know right. Just in so many different ways. I mean, Obi-Wan jokes about being destined for infinite sadness, but it’s so true (well, not quite infinite, as the ending of the OT shows). And most of the time Anakin isn’t trying to hurt him, he just…doesn’t think (actions as Vader excepted, and even then I think who he is is more heartbreaking for Obi-Wan than anything he tries to do to hurt him).
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Ah Obi-Wan! I’m glad to see his side of things; Anakin in that state of mind is a scary thing.
I remember when I originally wrote that chapter, I had initially considered having part of that scene from Obi-Wan’s perspective, so it was cool to actually get to write that out. And yeah, Anakin under the sway of the dark side and completely disconnected from reality is not a fun thing for Obi-Wan to see.
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thishereanakinguy asked : Writing meme: POV
Obi-Wan’s POV of the scene in Chapter 7 of Into the Archives (a long time ago, I know) when he discovers Anakin breaking into the Sith vault.
Obi-Wan stared at the commlink in his hand, unsettled for reasons he couldn’t quite articulate by the conversation he’d just had with the Supreme Chancellor. Perhaps it was the reminder of the trust lost between Anakin and the Council; perhaps it was unease that Palpatine had wanted to speak to him privately when before he’d been (to his gratitude) ignored in favor of Anakin, or perhaps it was something else entirely.
Shaking his head, Obi-Wan left the study room and re-opened the door to the Holocron Vault, punching in the proper combination to turn off the lasers. His mind turned to the situation at hand - if they could just find some information about visions, even a way to tell how likely it was the dreams would come true—
The door to the inside of the Vault slid open. Obi-Wan glanced around, blinking in confusion when he realized that Anakin wasn’t in sight.
And then his heart stopped cold. Where one set of shelves should have been, the wall had swung away to reveal a small, dark entrance gaping against the wall. Obi-Wan had never seen the door opened, but he knew what lay beyond it.
Time froze. Oh, Anakin. Oh no. Mentally berating himself for having left Anakin alone in the room in the first place, he stepped quickly over to the opening and looked in, hoping against hope to find his friend standing just inside, looking around in confusion, perhaps, ready to ask him about this weird door that just sort of opened, Master.
But that wasn’t what he saw.
The image which burn itself into his mind, haunting him, was this:
Anakin, on his knees in the middle of the room, arms braced on the floor in front of him. His head was tipped back and his eyes were wild; around him, the Force swirled in a vortex of power and darkness. He didn’t appear to notice Obi-Wan’s entrance
And he was smiling.
“Anakin!” The cry was torn from Obi-Wan’s throat. “Anakin, what are you doing?!” Without hesitation, he stepped into the room, pushing through the invisible pressure that seemed to be trying to buffet him away. Anakin didn’t even look up; if anything, his eyes glazed over even further as the darkness roared around him. Not bothering to be gentle, Obi-Wan grabbed him by the upper arm and hauled him to his feet, no thought in his mind but to get Anakin out of there.
And Anakin screamed: the awful, high-pitched shriek of a wounded animal. Immediately he began trying to wrench himself out of Obi-Wan’s grasp, body twisting and legs kicking frantically as Obi-Wan dragged him towards the door.
“Come on, Anakin, come on, Padawan.” I can’t do this if you keep fighting me, but Anakin didn’t even seem aware of whom he was fighting. Grabbing Anakin’s other flailing arm, Obi-Wan forced himself to ignore the way his friend reacted to his touch as though it were a red-hot iron and yanked—
The moment they crossed the threshold back into the bright artificial light of the main Vault, Anakin collapsed. Obi-Wan stumbled backwards at the sudden dead weight, then sat down heavily on the floor with the younger man still clasped firmly in his arms. Anakin was gasping for breath, his whole body trembling, but now there was recognition on his face as he clutched at Obi-Wan’s robes and looked at him with wide, disoriented eyes.
Now that Anakin didn’t seem to be in immediate danger, Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the flood of anguished words from pouring out of his mouth. “Why? Why, Anakin? I trusted you. How could you?” Had this whole situation been a set up? Obi-Wan merely a tool to get Anakin into the Holocron Vault? “You almost - you almost…gods, how could you?” Breaking into the Vault itself had been one thing - reckless, yes, but not dangerous. But going after the Sith artifacts was entirely another, a betrayal of everything Obi-Wan had ever tried to teach the young man.
And Anakin had almost been lost to the dark.
Obi-Wan listened to Anakin’s sobbed apologies, allowing his friend to rock back and forth in his arms. “Don’t do it again,” he commanded hoarsely. “Don’t—don’t come in here, don’t scare me like that, don’t lie to me, don’t go near any holocrons, I won’t let you within fifty feet of here again, just don’t—” He wasn’t even certain that Anakin was listening, but the words themselves hardly mattered.
And when Anakin’s crying and shaking finally subsided, he wiped his own face dry and rose to his feet. There simply wasn’t anything else he could think to say.
Leading Anakin out of the Archives, he vowed to himself that he would never let his friend near such danger again.
And he hoped that it would be enough.
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