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Anakin hasn't slept.
When he finally returns to Padmé's apartment in the dark of night, he thought that he might try, but now he's sure he won't. He tires to quiet his thoughts and to meditate, but that doesn't work either.
So for hours, Anakin sits on the couch outside of Padmé's bedroom, running over the events of the night in his head. The Chancellor truly was a Sith Lord. He'd lied to them all, been responsible for the deaths of so many...
And Anakin had trusted in him and believed him more than anyone. He knows that as soon as Padmé awakens, he'll have to tell her about it, but for now, he just sits, alone with his spiraling thoughts. And before he knows it, the sun is rising and he feels no more settled than he did when they'd left the throne there in the clearing.
When he finally returns to Padmé's apartment in the dark of night, he thought that he might try, but now he's sure he won't. He tires to quiet his thoughts and to meditate, but that doesn't work either.
So for hours, Anakin sits on the couch outside of Padmé's bedroom, running over the events of the night in his head. The Chancellor truly was a Sith Lord. He'd lied to them all, been responsible for the deaths of so many...
And Anakin had trusted in him and believed him more than anyone. He knows that as soon as Padmé awakens, he'll have to tell her about it, but for now, he just sits, alone with his spiraling thoughts. And before he knows it, the sun is rising and he feels no more settled than he did when they'd left the throne there in the clearing.
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