Leia "fITE ME" Organa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oratorical) wrote2016-05-05 08:19 pm
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[ah, she's yelling now. Because she doesn't fully comprehend Anakin's train of thought, but she doesn't like where she's sure it's leading. The air is still hot, oppressive, and almost difficult to breathe in, but there's a sickly undercurrent of fear causing their surroundings to attempt to freeze over once more. It's in vain, of course, and their surroundings are stuck in a cycle of melting and freezing, to which Leia pays no mind.
She wants to back away, she wants to be as far away from him as possible, but she can't let herself do that. Not right now, not when he's saying dangerous things like this. So Leia remains firmly planted where she stands, her hands curled tightly into fists as she stares Anakin down, not tearing her gaze from him. ]
Don't you dare blame him for your own mistakes. Someone like you, a monster like you, has no business raising any children.
[not just her and Luke, but she knows how Galen was raised by Vader, and what that did to him. But now isn't the time for that, and it's not her place to discuss it, either.]
You want to know why I didn't tell you anything? This is why. You're irrational, you're a danger, and you've ruined everything back home. I don't care what sort of person you once were. I'm not Luke. I claim no relation to you, nor do I want you in my life.
[but she knows her not wanting that isn't enough. Because Vader has already ruined so much, and even though he's dead now in her time, would continue to ruin more.]
I believe I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Who told you this?
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[ He has a bit of experience with this... He's also hissing that response through his teeth, eyes flaring. Her words, however, they hurt. They hurt and only fuel his anger further. ]
I'm not a monster, I'm your father! You can't just blame me for something that hasn't even happened yet! You're not even BORN!
[ There's a rush of sadness to that last statement. Because Obi-Wan had already told him that he wouldn't ever see his children. Or hold them. Or watch them grow up. He wouldn't even know about them. A steady rain sets in in response to his mix of emotions, each of them attempting to be the strongest.
But ultimately, grief and anger win out. ]
If someone's irrational, it's you! But I take it that's the work of this politician!
[ That last word he literally spits out. ]
I'll find him and make him pay!
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[the rain is a good thing, with Leia's anger being close to boiling over. This way, at least, there's less risk of things literally going up in flames. But it doesn't stop the raindrops from hissing and steaming the instant they hit the ground.
With his threat to Bail, Leia steps closer, against everything in her mind screaming at her to run the other way and let Qui-Gon or Luke deal with this instead. There's only anger and hatred in her glare, no trace of any sort of fondness for Anakin. Because it doesn't exist. Whatever Luke and Padme see or saw in Anakin is lost on Leia, because all she sees when she looks at him is this: a threat to her, her family, and everything she cares about.]
My father is the man who raised me as his own with love and care. Not you. Not the monster who tortured me and held me still, forcing me to watch as my planet was destroyed, who tortured and nearly killed the man I love, and who disfigured my brother. Every time I look at you, it's like I'm reliving each of those moments. And if you go near him, I will take action.
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As she speaks, that specter from Galen's vision appears back in his memories. He can practically see that dark, menacing figure performing all those things Leia accuses him of. He can see it and it makes him feel sick. Sick and numb and somehow, somehow he even understands... But he doesn't want to understand. He doesn't want to simply accept all that hatred. He's stubbornly clinging to his anger even as most other emotions of his are slowly being muted away their effects fading and even colors and sound dulling out around him.
But it's also anger that's slowly being redirected at himself.
Himself, who instead of protecting his children, will hurt them in so many ways. Instead of being a loving father, he will bring fear and terror and pain. Now his own daughter hates him... And it hurts. It hurts.
Anakin feels his own throat constricting, finding himself unable to breathe. He also notices his hand by his side, slowly opening and closing, and he knows that he's strangling himself.
Because he can't bring himself to do it to her.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. No further yelling and no further threats. The glare remains, but it's less furious and more desperate.
Why. Why? Why??
Why is this happening and why can't he even keep his family safe? Why does he have to accept that Bail Organa takes what should be rightfully his? This can't be true. None of this can be true. It's a joke, right? A terrible, a cruel joke. A cruel joke wearing a massive, black armor.
He wants to argue, but he can't. He wants to insist, but he can't do that either. First and foremost, however, he can't breathe. ]
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She doesn't back down, and her gaze does not leave him. Nor does the temperature cool down any.]
I want you to leave me and my family alone. I want you as far away from us as physically possible here.
[there's anger, hatred, and even a tinge of fear lacing those words as she spits them out. She doesn't expect Anakin to care about what she wants regarding him, he never has before. But continuing to make her point known is worth it.]
There's no possible way for you to understand how even knowing your existence has destroyed everything. Any credibility I have and any trust others have in me to fairly rebuild the republic will vanish the instant this leaks back home. Because who would trust Darth Vader's daughter in any position of responsibility in the new government?
[she exhales an angry, shaky breath, in a futile attempt to calm herself down as she continues.]
I want you to leave. I never want to hear from you or see your face again. You've done enough.
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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. ]