{Music Recommendation- These Final Words by Fractured light music}
Tears well in Anakin's eyes, but he fights them back, unable to accept the grim reality before him. "Stand up, let's go back," he insists in denial, trying to lift the Grand Commander. But his own legs give way, betraying him and buckling under their combined weight.
"I am… dying," the Grand Commander breathes, each word a labored gasp. His fingers barely manage to graze Anakin's cheek. "It's… inevitable."
"No!" Anakin's despair rips from his throat. He shakes his head profusely. "We just need help. We're both injured, see?" A false laugh, bordering on a sob escapes him. "We'll heal together, like always."
But the cruel truth is the Grand Commander thrust himself between Anakin and the sword. It pierced through his heart before piercing through the right side of Anakin's chest.
