[Anakin isn't too clear on what she means other then there's a thing glowing on her forehead and that it's somehow connected. For someone who could project that sort of thing, he could see why she thought someone like Maul could do better. That sort of pure light couldn't be maintained without a hopeful mindset.
He starts to wipe at his face in a futile attempt to erase all evidence.]
[She would hate to break it to you, Anakin, but Maul IS doing better.
She held out a handkerchief to him, little flowers embroidered along the edges.
At his thanks, she merely nodded and smiled. It was probably best he didn't understand it, Usagi didn't really want to explain everything about her powers in any case, though she vaguely recalled Anakin seeing her with some of her strongest powers.]
[He takes the offered handkerchief and even though the flowers reminds him of Padmé, he doesn't feel the need to have another meltdown over it. There grief is still there, but it feels like he has a better handle of it with the warmth she had provided.
His hand traces over the embroidery instead of using it.]
[She nods, reaching out and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. He was welcome to tell her anything he felt comfortable with, even if it was "I hate you." She'd be used to that too.]
[She reached out and gently rubbed his back. She didn't really know who Padmé was, but she had a feeling she could guess the importance of the other by how upset it made Anakin.
When he mentioned Obi-Wan hating him, she reached out and gently tilted up his head. She ran her hand along her face to emulate Obi-Wan's beard. She pressed a hand to her heart and then moved it to press against Anakin's own chest. She had seen so much of the depths of Obi-Wan's love for Anakin, she doubted he could ever hate the younger man. Be hurt and hurt in turn? Yes, that was just the nature of people. But hate?
She held his cheeks with both of her hands, hoping she could convey how much she knew Obi-Wan loved and cherished Anakin.
And maybe it could not be stopped, but she had gained a sense that the Force, the thing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Maul all depended on did not give the whole story.]
[She tilted her head in thought, not so much on how to get Obi-Wan to stay, but more on how to explain what she thought Anakin should do.
She reached out and pressed her palm against his chest, then pressed a finger to his lips. She used that finger to point to her ear and then made the beard gesture for Obi-Wan. Using the beard gesture once more she pressed a hand to her own chest and lips, then pressed the finger to the shell of Anakin's ear.
She thought there was no better plan than to speak from the heart and listen to one another.
She took the handkerchief from his hand and wiped his eyes, offering him a smile.
Usagi gestured to all of him, taking her two fingers and running them down her cheeks, reminiscent of tear tracks, and clenched her fist together as tight as she could against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut before shaking her head in frustration and anger. Then she held up her palm in a "wait" gesture, she opened up her hands and pressed them both to her chest above her heart, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out, and keeping her palms open, like she was passing a gift from her chest to his.
Obi-Wan cannot help if he does not know, holding onto everything alone was what was making this so much harder, tell him.]
[Anakin watches her as if she held all the answers. And she might as well, he didn't know what to do so perhaps he would be able to look for answers elsewhere. The very first person who claimed to have them would have his loyalty.
Except it was clear she didn't, not really. There were no guarantees and that is what he wanted most of all. Still she's put in the effort to try and help him and he's at least grateful for that.]
[She gestures to him, to what he's like now, what it took to calm him down even a little, she made an "x" with her arms before making her fingers twirl around one another to look like she was winding invisible string.
She doesn't know how to express "well, is what you're doing working now?" or "clearly something has to change" so she can only attempt to express that he's cycling over and over and over.]
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He starts to wipe at his face in a futile attempt to erase all evidence.]
I don't know how you did it, but thanks.
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She held out a handkerchief to him, little flowers embroidered along the edges.
At his thanks, she merely nodded and smiled. It was probably best he didn't understand it, Usagi didn't really want to explain everything about her powers in any case, though she vaguely recalled Anakin seeing her with some of her strongest powers.]
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His hand traces over the embroidery instead of using it.]
Can I tell you something?
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[He ducks his head down, pressing the handkerchief to his face as fresh tears well up.]
Padmé's going to die and Obi-Wan is going to hate me.
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When he mentioned Obi-Wan hating him, she reached out and gently tilted up his head. She ran her hand along her face to emulate Obi-Wan's beard. She pressed a hand to her heart and then moved it to press against Anakin's own chest. She had seen so much of the depths of Obi-Wan's love for Anakin, she doubted he could ever hate the younger man. Be hurt and hurt in turn? Yes, that was just the nature of people. But hate?
She held his cheeks with both of her hands, hoping she could convey how much she knew Obi-Wan loved and cherished Anakin.
And maybe it could not be stopped, but she had gained a sense that the Force, the thing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Maul all depended on did not give the whole story.]
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I don't want him to leave me.
[He hiccups as she lifts his head up. Due to her earlier actions this is less another breakdown and more an outpouring of grief.]
How do I make him stay?
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She reached out and pressed her palm against his chest, then pressed a finger to his lips. She used that finger to point to her ear and then made the beard gesture for Obi-Wan. Using the beard gesture once more she pressed a hand to her own chest and lips, then pressed the finger to the shell of Anakin's ear.
She thought there was no better plan than to speak from the heart and listen to one another.
She took the handkerchief from his hand and wiped his eyes, offering him a smile.
Usagi gestured to all of him, taking her two fingers and running them down her cheeks, reminiscent of tear tracks, and clenched her fist together as tight as she could against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut before shaking her head in frustration and anger. Then she held up her palm in a "wait" gesture, she opened up her hands and pressed them both to her chest above her heart, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out, and keeping her palms open, like she was passing a gift from her chest to his.
Obi-Wan cannot help if he does not know, holding onto everything alone was what was making this so much harder, tell him.]
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Except it was clear she didn't, not really. There were no guarantees and that is what he wanted most of all. Still she's put in the effort to try and help him and he's at least grateful for that.]
What if it doesn't work?
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She doesn't know how to express "well, is what you're doing working now?" or "clearly something has to change" so she can only attempt to express that he's cycling over and over and over.]