[ Anger and grief sit heavily in his chest, an impossible weight attempting to crush his ribs. It had been so different at the moment, all that had consumed him was rage and paranoia, unable to look past the incident to the picture at large. And how could he have? He'd been alone on his island of torment and done what he'd thought he had to. Watching Padmé react to him with fear hurts so much more than he thought possible.
There are things that he knows about what comes after this thanks to Kylo. What will happen to them. Their children. Their grandchild.
He can feel the sob caught in his chest that refuses to come out. Anakin doesn't bother trying to scrub the tears off his face, too caught up in the tidal wave of emotions, feeling as though he's going to drown all over again.. But then there's Yennefer, looking at him with such unwavering resolve- as if she's unbothered by what she's witnessed. He's caught off guard by her kindness, mouth agape, not really sure where to start his explanation when her hand reaches up to brush the offending tears away.
A shuddered exhale is about all he manages, leaning into her touch because he can't remember the last time someone had touched him with such care. Unable to help himself, though if she pushes him away he'll let her go, Anakin wraps his arms around her smaller frame in an embrace. His chin rests on her shoulder for a brief moment, but he hopes it conveys his gratitude toward her. ]
[ Quietly, ] Thank you.. [ He clears his throat and releases his hold on her. ] I'm sorry for putting you through this, too, my lady.
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There are things that he knows about what comes after this thanks to Kylo. What will happen to them. Their children. Their grandchild.
He can feel the sob caught in his chest that refuses to come out. Anakin doesn't bother trying to scrub the tears off his face, too caught up in the tidal wave of emotions, feeling as though he's going to drown all over again.. But then there's Yennefer, looking at him with such unwavering resolve- as if she's unbothered by what she's witnessed. He's caught off guard by her kindness, mouth agape, not really sure where to start his explanation when her hand reaches up to brush the offending tears away.
A shuddered exhale is about all he manages, leaning into her touch because he can't remember the last time someone had touched him with such care. Unable to help himself, though if she pushes him away he'll let her go, Anakin wraps his arms around her smaller frame in an embrace. His chin rests on her shoulder for a brief moment, but he hopes it conveys his gratitude toward her. ]
[ Quietly, ] Thank you.. [ He clears his throat and releases his hold on her. ] I'm sorry for putting you through this, too, my lady.