Placing his hand on hers, he accepted her comfort, if not her words entirely. The wounds were deep and still raw. He wasn’t sure they would ever really heal.

“No, I failed him. I didn’t protect him from the threat that was right under our nose, and I couldn’t bring him back from it either.”

It was a heavy burden and guilt that he placed on his shoulders. Only made worse by the knowledge Anakin would survive their fight on Mustafar. To go on terrorizing the galaxy and any remaining Jedi at Palpatine’s side.