"You saw what she did to me," Tahiri answered, her voice still low and taut. "I wanted to do this. I'm glad I did," she added fiercely, though there was an uncertain undertone to the words.
"Tahiri!" Anakin's voice cut into the conversation; he still sounded choked but at least he could speak now that pain wasn't scrambling his thoughts.
"My friend. My best friend." She stepped away from Karla, moved toward him with his lightsaber still ignited, and lowered the tip of its violet blade hovering barely away from his face. "You left me."
"I've been trying to find you this whole time."
"You aren't real." Her voice still sounded different, and her eyes were cold. "This is a lie."
"It's not a lie, Tahiri." Anakin's blue eyes locked on her own. "You're my best friend. I love you." He didn't flinch when she twitched the blade and sheared off a lock of his hair, but she did. "I love you," he repeated.
She shut her eyes and when she opened them again, the warmth, or a semblance of it at least, had returned.
Tahiri turned to Karla again. "She hurt me. She hurt Anakin. I cut her head off, and I feel like I'm the one who died."
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Date: 2009-06-19 05:43 pm (UTC)"Tahiri!" Anakin's voice cut into the conversation; he still sounded choked but at least he could speak now that pain wasn't scrambling his thoughts.
"My friend. My best friend." She stepped away from Karla, moved toward him with his lightsaber still ignited, and lowered the tip of its violet blade hovering barely away from his face. "You left me."
"I've been trying to find you this whole time."
"You aren't real." Her voice still sounded different, and her eyes were cold. "This is a lie."
"It's not a lie, Tahiri." Anakin's blue eyes locked on her own. "You're my best friend. I love you." He didn't flinch when she twitched the blade and sheared off a lock of his hair, but she did. "I love you," he repeated.
She shut her eyes and when she opened them again, the warmth, or a semblance of it at least, had returned.
Tahiri turned to Karla again. "She hurt me. She hurt Anakin. I cut her head off, and I feel like I'm the one who died."