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| What Words Can Never Convey by Naboo Queen |
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You were right and he floated away from that vision of his son only to be replaced by something else. He was somewhere. Walking. Anakin was walking in a forest. He was drawn somewhere. Before him was a young man, smiling at something past his shoulder.
Luke! And a young lady with long hair. Leia. They were all right and they were happy.
Luke was smiling in his direction. What was he smiling at?
He turned around and saw them. Obi-Wan and Yoda. Of course. And next to them, it was he. Anakin. The name he had disowned so long ago. Without knowing it, he began to smile, a gesture so unused to his face. His gaze lingered on his son. And her. His daughter. Whom he had met often, but never knew.
And he loved her.
He turned to meet eyes with Obi-Wan. He was smiling, too. Anakin returned the grin, as he so often had done in his Padawan days.
Then he started, as he found an arm linking through his. He looked down, and saw a young face. A teenager in white. She gestured to him, to turn around. He then saw them all. Bail Organa, Mace Windu, Qui-Gon Jinn. Even Owen and Beru, who had disliked him so much. They too looked kindly on him.
As did his mother. Anakin did not embrace her. He did not need to, for the Force connected them. All of them. Except . . .
Anakin searched for another face, one of which he had been fond, and who walked the path with him. Had there been redemption for him?
The thought came back, like a mental shake of the head. Palpatine, had been obstinate to the end. He would not have known this place where Anakin and his friends were. He wouldn't have known how to live.
Something else was left. Anakin knew he had been pardoned by something far greater than he, but there was still a need to ask it of those present. Pardon. He asked it of all. And received it in kind. And she, the one in white, he begged pardon most of all. For helping her betray her vocation, as she helped him betray his.
Forgive.
She, his wife, still, always. She had forgiven him long ago. That's what saved her, as his son saved him.
He beheld her again. He smiled, and knew why.
For in her white dress, with inverted parasol, and petal cape, she looked just like an angel.
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