[ He can sense her anger as well as her hate, but ultimately it's that bit of fear that gets to him the most and only has his throat close off further. His own daughter.... Fears him. Him and what he might do to the family that wasn't his.
Anakin wants to wince, but he can't. He opens his mouth again, lips moving in a futile attempt to speak and he knows his mechanical arm by his side is clenched into a tight fiat by now, making it impossible for him to breathe at all.
He can practically hear the noise of a respirator sounding steadily in his ears.
It's then that his vision begins to darken. Leia's words still ring in his head even as he crumbles to the floor, his consciousness slipping in response to his subconsciousness taking away his air.
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Anakin wants to wince, but he can't. He opens his mouth again, lips moving in a futile attempt to speak and he knows his mechanical arm by his side is clenched into a tight fiat by now, making it impossible for him to breathe at all.
He can practically hear the noise of a respirator sounding steadily in his ears.
It's then that his vision begins to darken. Leia's words still ring in his head even as he crumbles to the floor, his consciousness slipping in response to his subconsciousness taking away his air.
And then everything goes black.
He has done enough. ]