His mind was foggy, which was something he'd grown used to within the past few weeks, and his body movements weren't his own. Ever since the funeral, things had not been the same for him. Something was wrong with Kit Fisto, and he knew it. He knew something changed the day after Denali's memorial ceremony. His thoughts weren't his real thoughts, his horrible actions were actions that he would've never given his blessing to. He tried to stop himself, tried to take control over his words and decisions. But despite his constant efforts, there was no escape for him when he was trapped inside his own body.

Kit Fisto was a puppet dancing on a stage agony, and yet, he was also part of the horrified audience wishing to be anywhere else but here.

All he could do was watch as his fingertips typed in the plasma canons' commands. Hundreds of attempts had been made to try and reach for the light side of the force, to try and send someone a message to let them know he wasn't in control of himself. But nothing could save him as he watched the blue canon blast make contact with the building containing his old apprentice and her children.

Underdeveloped clones poured from the gaping hole, screaming, then falling silent when they made contact with the ocean below. The surface tension of the water was too much for any mortal being to survive, not when the sun was out and the ocean was as calm as it had ever been. 

His heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell upon a woman hanging from the edge of the leaning facility, one hand completely red and the other clamped around a slippery iron pole jutting out of the floor. Kit knew exactly who it was, there was no questioning it. He watched a man try and reach for her, try to grab her before she could fall. But then something happened and caused the man to lose his focus, something more important than saving his wife. 

Kit's heart completely stopped when she let go of the metal pipe and met the same fate as her replicas.

As soon as her fingers slipped from their hold, a scream more painful and heart-shattering than anything Kit had ever heard before ripped through the air and took the breath from his lungs. It was a scream of pain, heartache, undeniable despair. The scream of someone who'd lost everything worth living for.

The Nautolan man was caught off guard when her heard the ignition of a lightsaber behind him and a low voice growl.

"Kit Fisto, what have you done?"

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Anakin was about to push the bacta tank one last time to send it rolling down towards the jagged opening when a thought passed his mind and he paused for a moment. 

Padme was pregnant. He was going to be a father in a matter of months, just as Obi-Wan was a father now. How would Anakin have reacted if Obi-Wan threatened to kill his child? He wouldn't have cared if it was for the greater good, Anakin would've fought til his last breath when it came to his son or daughter's safety, regardless of who his opponent ended up to be. He would've never forgiven Obi-Wan, just as Obi-Wan would never forgive him.

Before Anakin could move away from Kalani's bacta tank, Obi-Wan let out a spine-tingling scream and ignited his lightsaber. Faster than Anakin thought to be possible, the ex-jedi lunged for his former apprentice and their weapons clashed with a burst of blue sparks. There was no going back now, Anakin realized he'd burned his bridge with Obi-Wan the moment he thought that killing his child wasn't personal. Now the man had lost his wife, his best friend, and someone he thought he trusted was threatening the last pieces of family he had left.

Obi-Wan would not back down from this fight.

His attacks were vicious and ruthless, almost animalistic. With each swing of his blade, his strength seemed to grow in ferocity and every collision of their lightsabers sent Anakin reeling in the opposite direction. If the dark side played as much of a part in this duel as it had when Anakin fought Danik, he wasn't sure he'd be winning this round. Not with someone so angry, so hateful wanting him dead. At least with Danik it hadn't been as personal; this fight tore his heart in two as he tried to defeat the man who trained him in the first place.

"Obi-Wan, I'm sorry!" The Jedi master shouted over the sound of their lightsabers clashing. He didn't think his words would have much effect. If anything, they were most likely to infuriate the mourning man even more. But if this was it for their relationship as friends and comrades, Anakin didn't want to leave any words unsaid. "I understand now! I get it!"

Obi-Wan replied to his outburst with a swing at his face, barely dodged by the younger force-user as Anakin slid out of the way, down from his perch by the cabinet towards the opposite wall.

The room was now almost completely on its side, and Obi-Wan used the abnormal environment to his advantage. Jumping from what was now the ceiling to what was now the floor, he lifted his lightsaber above his head and swung down, smashing his blade against Anakin's with brute force. For the first time in months, Obi-Wan had hope of something better, something besides the darkness and despair he'd fallen into. And Anakin had taken that away from him by threatening his daughter.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master!" The jedi exclaimed in hopes that addressing him as he did in the past would stir up some sort of emotion besides anger in the man he once regarded as a teacher. But it was as if he was talking to a wall; there was no indication that Obi-Wan had even heard him speak. There was nothing within the man besides pain and a thirst for vengeance. 

With the death of Denali Bleway came the ultimate death of Obi-Wan Kenobi as well, leaving nothing behind but a furious spirit with only one purpose- to kill.

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Rahm didn't hesitate to approach Kit after he'd landed his starfighter only a few meters away. He was shocked that the jedi didn't notice his arrival until he became a threat, but didn't complain when he'd gained the element of surprise. There was no doubting what his next move would have to be, Rahm would have no other choice but to slay the traitor where he stood.

The green Nautolan man seemed...different. Master Kota knew he wasn't the same man he'd spoken to at Denali's funeral. There was something off about him, about the way he moved, the way he stood and moved his body. As the two circled each other, waiting for their opponent to strike first, Rahm noticed the line of dried blood on his throat beneath the tentacles that grew from Kit's head. As the realization dawned on him, Kit took the opportunity to strike.

"Kit, snap out of it!" Rahm urged and blocked his flurry of quick attacks. The dead expression plastered on the green master's face remained unchanging. "You can fight this, whatever has happened inside your head! You're stronger than this!"

But Master Fisto remained silent. Rahm took a deep breath.

This wasn't going to be fun.