She landed on the hellscape world, but did not yet exit the fighter. She stared out the viewport as her hands released the controls.

Despite never having been on Mustafar she had seen it many times. She had spent so many years dreading this moment, trying for so long to make it so this would never happen.

Still it did - for here she was on a quest to kill a man who was already dead.

She opened the roof of her ship and exited.

The heat of the mining world hit Grim in an instant. The hot winds caused her hair to flow behind her and as she marched in the direction of her dead brother the red rocks crunched under her boots.

When she approached the building Skywalker was in she found she could no longer feel him. He was empty, and so his warmth was gone. It had died when he became Vader.

A chill ran through her, but she did not flee.

Grim entered the building, and took a moment to realize the horrific sight. The ground was littered with the dismantled limbs of droids, mixed with the tangled mess of alien bodies of those who had once led them. The pungent aroma of death filled her nostrils, mixed with the fumes of smoke.

Even so she pressed ahead.

She had a goal to complete, one she would not fail. She couldn’t, this was the only way she could make up for her mistakes.

She only paused when there was a gross squelching sound, and she looked down to find she had stepped in a puddle of blood. She stifled a gag as she realized what she had stepped in.

  There had been no mercy for either side - and as much as she had despised the vile Separatists she could not help but feel that they had not deserved such a brutal end.

At last she reached the dead man.

  Grim drew her weapon from her belt, and ignited its blade. Casting the balcony in a purple glow.

Anakin’s hooded figure turned around at the sound. He seemed to regard her with a curious look, though his face was hidden beneath the shadows of darkness.

"Grim," he acknowledged after a long pause. "Why have you come here? Should you not be with the rest of the corpses?"

"I came so you could join them, Skywalker,'' she shot back.

  His name was like poison on her tongue as she spat it at him.

He did not respond to her remark nor the way she had said his name.

  It did not bother the ghost.

  Instead he only stared down at her as the wind blew between the two. For a moment it seemed as if he was studying the child, who only glared up at him with unmasked rage born of the grief that filled her broken heart.

"I had hoped this wouldn't happen after our talk last night. Clearly I was wrong," Grim admitted, the betrayal was clear in her voice. "You have betrayed us all. Although I already know the answer, I still have to ask: Why?"

"The Jedi are the traitors," was all Skywalker replied.

Grim shook her head, tears falling from her eyes as a humorless laugh escaped.

That was what he claimed? Is that what the younglings were to him?

She had seen the carnage of the Temple. The bodies of the Jedi, dead from those whom they had trusted and she had seen her ruined home.

The ashes of her family - their family.

"Children can't be traitors," she told him. She twirled the lightsaber in her hand and lifted it above her head pointing the weapon at him. "You, on the other hand, can be."

Anakin raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you really think you can defeat me?" he asked as he too ignited his own blade.

The blue sickened her - how dare he wield a Jedi's weapon when he had fallen so far.

"I will do what I must to save what remains of the light."

"You will try."

Before their lightsabers met - before the final battle began - time paused.

Three years had they known each other and grown to be close - almost as siblings.

For three years Grim had looked into his eyes and found a reflection of herself, and she thought she had understood him.

Though now when she looked into his eyes she only saw the flames of his heart reflected back,the same flames that engulfed his world.

Back on Mortis their friendship had been broken - a crack placed in it, and it had become a fragile thing.

Now it was shattered.

Now they were enemies.

Time moved again - and this time - it was the end.

Skywalker lunged at the padawan.

He was going for the kill.

Grim stepped to the side, only narrowly avoiding the attack as he flew past.

"Still reckless and impulsive even dead," she commented.

His eyes burned with the flames of his anger.

He turned and thrust his lightsaber at her, and she had to quickly move in order to block the attack. Her shoulder screaming in protest. She gritted her teeth, and forced herself to ignore the pain of her wounded arm.

Anakin's and Grim's lightsabers clashed together.

He attacked the Padawan with a relentless fury and wild strength.

She parried and blocked the attacks as they came, her movements were slower than usual due to the pain. Her shoulder burned and she knew this fight only made it worse, but it was too late now.

All her life Grim had seen lightsaber combat as a dance.

This was no dance.

This was a furious battle to death.

She knew she couldn't hold off many more of the Sith’s attacks. With the world's lava as blood she began to swing at him, attacking relentlessly, ignoring the pain that burned with her eyes, and his heart.

Anakin dodged and weaved and blocked each of her messy attacks.

Her anger blinded her to nothing but the traitor before her.

  He had killed so many people and he had to pay the price. Besides, killing him would stop further blood from spilling in the end. That’s what she had told Obi-Wan and Yoda, and that’s what she had to tell herself now.

  "For one who claims to be a Jedi you are using a lot of your hate. Your attacks are sloppy Kennet," he taunted.

"There are no more of us left, you've seen to that," she retorted.

She lunged at him and managed to tackle him to the ground.

  Their lightsabers clattered out of reach and out of sight as they hit the metal floor.

Blinded in her rage she moved to punch him, her left arm was slowed to the injury and it hurt as she got prepared to attack him again and again. Not a single one landed.

  Skywalker grabbed Grim's wrists to end her fruitless assault.

He sent a kick at her gut as he let go causing her to fall off of him.

Her back hit the metal floor with a thunk. Her breath left her, and she coughed as she tried desperately to catch it.

For a mere moment she was dazed but that was all it took for Anakin to stand up and summon his lightsaber back to his hand, reigniting the shimmering blue blade.

She realized what he was about to do and summoned her own lightsaber to her hand.

She managed to block the enemy's blade just before she could lose her head.

The blue lightsaber clashed against purple. Skywalker continued to press against Grim's defense. Her shoulder hurt and her defense was weakened from it. Her lightsaber was pressed closer and closer to her neck.

She knew the Sith was overpowering her as she felt the heat of the two lightsabers against her body, not yet cutting her but getting dangerously close. Desperate and afraid she sent a kick upwards causing Skywalker to stumble back.

She used the moment to jump back up and regain her footing.

The Sith glared at her with all the intensity of his dragon heart and Grim felt the flowers in hers wilt.

His eyes gleamed yellow, no longer the blue that when she looked in she could find her own reflection - a mirror of herself.

She realized now that Anakin Skywalker was truly dead and had been for awhile.

She sent another thrust at the dead man but he intercepted it with his own blade, as the two blades locked.

The Padawan and the ghost's eyes met.

They had both wished to prevent the ones they loved from dying and they both had failed.

Skywalker overpowered her and she quickly found herself without a lightsaber.

Her eyes widened with fear as she reached out to summon it back to her.

She couldn't feel anything for a moment, then there was a burst of pain. Her arm was on the ground. 

Before Grim could even process what had happened and before she could even scream she found she was floating above the ground as an invisible hand wrapped itself around her neck.

The young Padawan felt her throat tighten, she wanted to scream but she couldn't. She was entirely at Vader's mercy. And what mercy was that? He had already slaughtered the family the two had shared.

  Tears welled in her eyes as she tried vainly to escape his grasp. She clawed at her throat with her remaining hand. In her panicked state she couldn't think that it would do anything against the invisible and magical grip.

  This was how she was going to die.

She was still going to be another victim of the revenge of the Sith.

However the grip around her neck did not close in all the way as she had expected. Instead she was flung across the room, her head hitting the wall, she fell on the ground. Her head hurt, and she could smell blood, unable to process it was her own.

There was a ringing in her ears, and she tried to force herself to stand again. To stand against Anakin longer.

She had to kill him. He had to die. She had failed too much already.

She was pushing herself up with her arm that remained but it collapsed underneath her, and there was suddenly silence followed by darkness.

Skywalker stared at the Padawan’s body for a moment.

As the war grew closer to its end she had feared him for reasons he never understood.

  Now he wondered if somehow she had known this would occur. She had often referenced moments that had never happened - but now they had.

He shook the thoughts out of his head. It did not matter.

Grim was dead.

He turned away from the broken body only to notice her lightsaber. He found himself walking over to the weapon without thinking.

He picked it up and turned it in his hands absentmindedly.

Though the Sith began to look at the lightsaber more closely.

The hilt had been carefully crafted by the now dead Padawan. Though the blade was the weapon, it seemed Grim had crafted the hilt to be one as well, with its sharpened ends.

It seemed that even as far back as when she first built her lightsaber she planned for more.

She knew something more.

“What did you know?” he asked.

He clipped her lightsaber to his belt as he pushed the thoughts of his dead sister away.

How did it come to this? Obi-Wan wondered as he hid on Padmé's ship.

It was the only way he would find his Padawans, to defeat Anakin and save Grim.

As the ship traveled through hyperspace the Jedi Master reflected on all that had happened.

The clone troopers had turned on the Jedi with seemingly no reason.

The Jedi were massacred and Anakin had helped lead that.

And Grim had known that. She had known this was coming for years, but she had never said anything about it. She had only tried to face things alone.

And now she had flown out of the Temple on her own to kill Anakin.

The same reason he was now hiding on Padmé's ship.

He wondered what he would see when they arrived.

Had Grim succeeded in killing him or had Anakin killed her instead?

  Was it possible that his Padawans were still fighting at this very moment?

He had faith in her, but he worried if she was truly willing to spill Anakin’s blood, despite what she had said back at the Temple.

Was he willing to spill Anakin’s blood?

Could he really kill his own brother?

But he had to.

The galaxy depended on him now.

  If Grim hadn’t already killed him.

Or had Grim been killed by him?

It was a terrible thought to have, but it was very much possible.

  Obi-Wan knew his Padawans.

He had trained both of them, had raised both of them.

He knew that both of them were unique in their own ways but he had seen similarities between the two of them as well.

It could be that very thing that caused both of them to be unable to succeed.

Vader contacted his new Master from the holotable. “The Separatists have been taken care of, my Master,” he told Sidious.

“It is finished then. You have restored peace and justice to the galaxy. Send a message to the ships of the Trade Federation. All droid units must be shut down immediately.”

“Very good, my Lord,” Vader replied.

Sidious seemed like he was about to end the call when he instead said. “There seems to be something bothering you Lord Vader.”

Had it shown?

Vader had been trying to push back his thoughts about the dead Padawan but it haunted him.

  She haunted him.

None of the other’s he had killed today bothered him, but Grim was different. She had known something, he knew it. She had always known things that she shouldn’t have known, and it had always bothered him.

There were things about him in particular that she knew about, things he had never forgotten. Like how she had known about what he had done to the Tuskens on Tatooine before the war had even began…and he now wondered if she had known he would do this too.

She had been afraid of him, constantly afraid of him. He couldn’t shake it. He couldn’t shake the idea of it. She had known something, he knew it.

“You’re only a Padawan, you don’t know everything, and if there’s something you know you should tell people. You’re only a child, Grim.”

“Remember that when you steal everything from us.”

She had known he would kill the Jedi, hadn’t she?

  “Kenobi’s padawan, Kennet, came here to confront me. I have taken care of her, and yet she seemed to have known something.”

“There is no reason to be bothered by a dead child,” was all Sidious replied before the call ended.

There was beeping on one of the monitors.

A Naboo starship was landing.

Padmé was landing.

He rushed out to meet her, any thoughts about the Padawan he had killed were swept away.

They embraced. “I saw your ship,” Anakin told her. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was so worried about you,” said Padmé. “Obi-Wan told me terrible things.”

Anger rose in Anakin.

  Obi-Wan.

  He was still alive.

His Padawan hadn’t tried to kill Anakin to avenge her Master: she had done so to avenge all the Jedi.

“What things?” Anakin asked his wife.

“He said you’ve turned to the dark side. That you….killed younglings,” she told him. There was more she wanted to say but Anakin didn’t let her finish.

“Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me,” he said.

Padmé looked around, as if trying to spot someone else. “Where’s Grim?”

Obi-Wan told Padmé about Grim too? “She isn’t here,” he lied.

She shook her head, she didn’t seem to believe him.“Obi-Wan said she went after you.”

“He lied, like I said he’s trying to turn you against me.”

“He cares about us.”

“Us?”

“He knows. He wants to help you.” There was a pause, and when he didn’t say anything she continued. “Anakin, all I want is your love.”

“Love won’t save you Padmé, only my new powers can do that.”

“At what cost? You’re a good person, don’t do this.”

“I won’t lose you the way I lost my mother. I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of, and I’m doing it for you, to protect you.”

“Come away with me,” she pleaded, as she held his face in her hands. “Help me raise our child, leave everything else behind while we still can.”

“Don’t you see? We don’t have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic, I am more powerful than the Chancellor, I- I can overthrow him.”

She took a step back from him, and looked at him with disgust.

“And together you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be.”

She shook her head. She was afraid. She was afraid of him. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Obi-Wan was right, you’ve changed.” Then she noticed something else, Grim’s lightsaber. She stepped further back. “Grim did come here, didn’t she? Anakin, don’t tell me you killed her-”

“I don’t want to hear anymore about Obi-Wan or Grim. The Jedi turned against me, don’t you turn against me,” he warned.

How dare she?

Didn’t she know he was doing this for her?

To save her.

Besides, Grim had come here to kill him. Couldn’t she understand that, or did Obi-Wan conveniently leave that out for her? To turn her against him? His anger burned within him.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re breaking my heart. You’re going down a path I can’t follow.”

“Because of Obi-Wan?”

“Because of what you’ve done! What you plan to do!”

  His anger burned brighter. Behind her, on her ship, stood Obi-Wan.

  So the Master had come to kill him too, and she had brought him herself.

“Stop! Stop now! I love you!” She was crying.

“Liar!” He shouted.

She looked back and saw him. She stepped back, afraid. “No!”

“You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!”

“No!”

Anakin grabbed her neck with the force and began to choke her.

“Let her go, Anakin!” shouted Obi-Wan.

Anakin did not listen to Obi-Wan, blinded by his rage at his wife who was so willing to betray him when he had given everything up for her.

“Anakin,” she whispered, he didn’t even hear.

“Let. Her. Go.” Obi-Wan repeated.

This time he did let her go, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

Obi-Wan stared at Anakin. What had he become?

How had he not seen this?

“You turned her against me!” Anakin cried.

“You have done that yourself!” shouted Obi-Wan back.

Anakin threw off his cloak. “You will not take her from me!”

“Your anger, and your lust for power have already done that,” replied Obi-Wan as he too took off his cloak.

It seemed Grim had not been able to spill Anakin’s blood.

  It was up to him now.

He hoped Grim was just hiding somewhere but he knew that it was unlikely.

The two brothers began to circle each other.

“You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind, until now- until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy,” Obi-Wan went on.

“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do,” said Anakin. “I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!”

“Your new Empire?”

“Don’t make me kill you like I did your Padawan.”

Obi-Wan’s heart dropped.

Grim was dead.

Anakin had killed her.

He had warned Grim not to fight Anakin.

It had been the last thing he said to her.

Obi-Wan had to focus on the current moment.

He couldn’t mourn the loss of his daughter, not yet. Now was not the time.

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!” he shouted.

  “If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy,” Anakin told him.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes,” said Obi-Wan. He pulled out his lightsaber, “I will do what I must.” He ignited the blade, and it shined a shimmering blue.

“Your Padawan said the same thing, before I killed her,” retorted Anakin. He ignited Grim’s lightsaber.

Obi-Wan stared at it in shock.

Anakin noticed the Jedi’s expression. “Is something wrong, Master?” He taunted.

He forced himself to be strong. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him. He had to put an end to this. “Yes, purple isn’t your color,” he remarked.

Anakin smirked, and ignited his own lightsaber with the dead Padawan’s. Then he lept at the Jedi Master.

His and Grim’s lightsaber clashed against Obi-Wan’s.

The two brothers began to battle.

Anakin pushed Obi-Wan back.

He kept his relentless onslaught as Kenobi defended against the attacks.

Thirteen years become nothing.

Their brotherhood gone.

Reduced to ashes.

The Jedi and Sith battled.

The question Obi-Wan had asked Grim he now asked himself.

Could he spill Anakin’s blood?

Vader had once seen Obi-Wan as his father and as his brother.

Now he saw nothing but an enemy he had to kill.

Any relationship was gone.

Burned into ashes.

As the lightsabers clashed together the two moved back to where Vader had killed the Separatists.

Where he had killed Grim.

An idea was sparked in him, seeing his Padawan’s body might be enough to catch Kenobi off guard, just like seeing her lightsaber had, and this time Vader could kill him.

Vader was right.

As Obi-Wan continued to fight his brother he noticed something.

Reddish-blonde hair, the freckled face, with a scar on her left side, bruised and bloodied. It was Grim’s body.

He paused for just a moment.

That moment was just enough for Vader to strike with both the lightsabers-

Grim’s lightsaber flew from his hand and the attack never landed.

The Padawan had blocked his strike. Her lightsaber gripped in reverse as she held it in her remaining arm.

She had woken up to see Obi-Wan in danger and without thought she used the Force to summon her lightsaber back to her and save him.

Skywalker jumped back in surprise, "Kennet. I thought I killed you," he said.

"Yet here I am. Alive and ready to make sure you won't be," Grim retorted.

"Grim!" Obi-Wan gasped. "Your arm-"

"Isn't going to stop me, I couldn't save the Jedi but I can still stop the Sith. Shall we take him together this time?"

"Grim, you're far too injured-"

"I don't care, are we fighting Skywalker together or not?"

Obi-Wan saw the fire of determination in her eyes, burning just as much as the fires that littered this world.

He had seen this look before, but then it had been when she had declared she would stay until she could save this universe.

Now the fires were the ones of a girl who had lost everything, but still refused to give up.

He detected some anger within her words and though he might warn against this, here was neither the time nor the place.

They would discuss this, and more, once they had dealt with Anakin.

Obi-Wan felt his heart ache at that.

He was fighting the boy he had raised for so many years.

Although as he stared at the fallen Sith before him, he could hardly recognize Anakin.

He looked at Grim, he could hardly recognize her as well.

His Padawans had changed over the years, and now one of them had fallen.

Skywalker had no care for the argument between the Master and Padawan.

  Instead he decided to put an end to it.

He attacked the two hoping to catch them off guard but they blocked his blow as one.

“Very well,” Obi-Wan sighed. “We’ll take him together.”

As such the duel continued.

Together Kenobi and Kennet attacked and defended against the Sith Lord. Grim's movements were not as graceful as she would strike at Vader.

She had rarely used the reverse grip in the war, and in the times she did she typically had another lightsaber, and another arm. She was unbalanced in emotion and combat. Unused to how she fought and the condition she was in.

She stumbled many times in her dance as she would attack him.

On the other side Kenobi danced with as much grace as he always had, defending against Vader's merciless attacks, and not allowing his grief and pain to take over from his goal.

Skywalker managed to push the two back.

Sending the two flying on opposite sides of the room. Both the Master and Padawan grunted as they hit computers at either side.

Vader charged at Obi-Wan but he managed to roll out of the way, avoiding his attack as his lightsaber clashed against the computer.

Alarms began to blare. The noise filling the room. The two brothers started to battle outside and Grim quickly ran after them.

She leapt at Skywalker from behind, but the Sith turned around and blocked her strike, the purple and blue lightsabers crashing together. He kicked her in the stomach as the young Padawan stumbled backwards, she grunted and coughed a little, but only glared at him.

Smoke filled the air. Orange embers fluttered past. Black sand coated the land. Red magma seas and rivers cut through the surface.

The black-fire world’s monochrome was only broken by the shimmering blades of the warring Jedi as Master and Padawan battled their fallen brother’s shadow.

Grim spun her lightsaber as she walked closer to Anakin. “It seems all our spars have been put to good use,” she commented as she struck at him.

“It seems so,” replied Skywalker as he caught her blade with his own.

She broke her blade free and went around him standing by Obi-Wan’s side.

The Master and Padawan were being brought closer to the edge.

Obi-Wan leapt off the edge, landing on a pipe behind them. Grim did the same, only not as graceful as her Master. She grunted slightly as she landed, but stood tall still. Skywalker followed the two Jedi.

Skywalker struck at Grim, and she nearly lost her balance, only barely managing to not fall from the thin pipe. Their lightsabers clashed together, he was pushing forwards, as she struggled to hold her ground.

He used the Force and shoved her back, she lost all balance and fell off the pipe. She barely managed to adjust her fall to land on the platform below.

Obi-Wan jumped down after her and Skywalker followed. Kenobi stood by Grim's side, all focus was on the Sith.

Their lightsabers crashed together as lava shot up behind them.

Vader continued to press his attack, pressing the Master and Padawan back as they fought on.

Grim had seen this on the screen many times before but this was nothing like then.

This was real.

As the lava got closer and waves higher the battling broken family sought shelter behind pillars. Soon they were running again, a pause in the battle to survive the brutal environment. Grim stayed by Obi-Wan's side and knowing what was to come she deactivated her lightsaber and clipped it to her belt.

The beam they stood on began to fall towards the lava, forcing everyone to hold onto the edges. She struggled as she began to climb higher up, jumping upwards to propel her motion. No longer was she focused on killing the ghost, she was making sure she wouldn't become one with him.

Below her, her family still fought.

Anakin and Obi-Wan’s lightsabers clashed together as she held on for dear life.

She began to cry.

There would be no way she could survive this fight.

Obi-Wan grabbed onto a wire and began to swing, Anakin soon doing the same.

Grim could only watch, as if it was still a movie. However, this was not a movie, this wasn’t fictional, and it never could be again. This was real, and it hurt, it hurt just as much as her injuries from today’s battles.

The movie never captured just how awful and terrible it really was. She had known, logically, but experiencing it in real life was a far different story.

Obi-Wan leapt off and landed on a hovering platform.

“Grim! Jump! I got you!” he shouted to her.

Fear froze her for a moment but she leapt off the falling tower towards Obi-Wan.

She trusted him, she trusted him with her life. If he said that he had her, she would believe him.

She almost fell directly into the lava instead, it had gotten so close she thought she would catch fire, just like her brother soon would. That never happened, she felt light instead, lighter than air, and a comforting warmth. She was hovering, floating just above it, Obi-Wan had her. He had used the Force to catch her, and with it he gently guided her to the platform he stood on.

They stood side by side. “Thanks Master. You were right, I shouldn’t have fought Anakin,” she told him.

“Well it’s too late now,” replied Obi-Wan.

The tower began to collapse into the lava as the two Jedi watched.

Why was that all Grim could do? Why was she reduced to watching, as if it was a movie all over again, when it never could be?

  Anakin bounded from it and landed on the head of one of the floating droids.

He spun his lightsaber as he hovered closer to them.

Grim reactivated hers.

Vader attacked the Jedi as the two defended against him. Blue on purple and blue. Lightsabers clashed together and everything was a blur.

Tears fell from Grim's eyes, she never wanted this. All she had wanted was to save lives, now she was trying to end the life of one she had called her brother. Although he was already a ghost.

There was a break in the fight that Grim used to catch her breath and try to gather herself.

“I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you,” said Obi-Wan.

Grim’s heart twisted.

No he hadn’t. If Obi-Wan failed Anakin then he failed her.

  They were the ones who had failed Obi-Wan.

It was Grim and Anakin’s fear that had led to this, not Obi-Wan’s failure to teach them.

  He had taught them so much, they just did not apply it.

“I should have known the Jedi were plotting to take over!” Anakin shouted.

“Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!” Obi-Wan shouted.

“From my point of view the Jedi are evil!” replied Anakin.

“Then you are lost!”

The platforms drifted away and then together again. “This is the end for you,” Anakin told them.

Skywalker leapt onto the Jedi's platform. Attacking the two of them once more as each Jedi blocked his strikes.

Blue clashed with purple. Blue clashed with blue. Blue clashed with purple and blue together.

This was not a dance of any kind. This was a desperate last struggle between a broken family who had lost everything.

Grim saw land approach.

“You’re right Anakin,” she said. “This is the end, for you .”

As one Grim and Obi-Wan leapt off of the platform and onto the ground.

Skywalker glared at the two Jedi.

  “It’s over Anakin!” they declared, “we have the high ground!”

“You underestimate my power!”

“Don’t try it,” Obi-Wan warned.

Anakin leapt into the air, ignoring the Jedi's warning.

Obi-Wan moved his lightsaber, gracefully yet defeated, to counter Skywalker's attack. Each stroke sliced off one of Anakin's remaining limbs.

Time seemed to slow as Grim watched the quick and brutal act. It hurt more than seeing it on a movie screen, for this was real.

Anakin rolled onto the black sand shore of the lava river. Close enough so his clothes caught aflame. Agonizing screams ripped from his burning lungs.

“You were the chosen one!” Obi-Wan cried. “It was said you would destroy the Sith not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!”

The ache in Grim's heart only grew.

“You were a Jedi! You were supposed to help the galaxy not burn it to ashes!” she added, her voice choking up in tears. “I thought we were the same! I thought we both wanted to save people! Killing our family isn’t saving people!” she roared as the tears spilled from her eyes.

She had seen herself reflected in Anakin’s eyes before, but as she looked into them now she only saw the charred remains of a man she once called brother.

“I hate you!” Anakin roared.

“You were my brother Anakin!” Grim and Obi-Wan cried as one. “I loved you!”

“But even now I will not save you,” Grim added quietly.

She found herself walking over to the dying man, kneeling before him. “Once I may have saved you from this fate, I would have thought you undeserving of this pain, but even I see now that the crimes you have committed are unforgivable. You have slaughtered our family and built a palace on our ashes. I once said if presented with the chance to save a life I would take it. I am now presented with that chance, but I shall not take it.

  “You have destroyed us all, Lord Vader, I hope you’re happy.”

She stands up and stares at him for a long moment. She had come here to kill him, but now she didn’t really want to kill him. Except that it wasn’t because she loved him still, it was instead because she wanted him to suffer.

She knows more than anyone that the rest of his life will be of torture and agony, and to her he deserves nothing less. Not that she will ever admit this to herself.

She walks back and rejoins Obi-Wan’s side. Together they walk away from their dying brother, although they could not block out his screams. Their hearts dropped.

They had killed Anakin Skywalker.

Though hadn't Anakin killed the Jedi?

Except, he would survive, and Grim knew this. She was leaving him just to that, to live and to suffer. But if she ever admitted to this, she would be forced to admit to the darkness that lies inside of her, when she had just watched it consume him.

No, it was best to forget he would survive.

For now, Anakin was dead and Grim and Obi-Wan had killed him.