the wise jedi-master sensed the rage within anakin, an emotion that he had noted long ago. “ i sense great fear in you, young skywalker. your thoughts betray you, yes. ” his eyes narrowed gently, studying the padawan with a blank mind. to trust, or to stick to his gut? “ if ready is what you feel, allow you to take this mission, i must. ”
❛ i am not — ❜ afraid. humble word is stuck between frozen chords , unable to climb its way out. FEAR DWELLS AT THE BOTTOM OF HIS HEART : burns every day with astounding intensity. it’s accompanied him for years , growing and growing until ignorance was no longer enough. fight had been his distraction , his saving grace , yet now he’s powerless against it. under the grand master’s scrutiny ( reminding of ages before , of a nervous boy standing in this chamber , whose mother was the most important thought ) he cannot lie , suddenly feeling too young. ❛ i can do this. i won’t fail you , master. ❜