[ He becomes small again, as he listens, Anakin. Sarica feels it, feels how he's all wide-eyed innocence, seeing something like this for the first time, but only belatedly does he realise that what makes Anakin wonder isn't any variety or version of how could you, but rather a sense of, you as well? You as well. Because the other man tells him, hand pressed over his eyes like he can't even look at it, and they can't have that, the hand has to go, so Sarica reaches up and pulls it away, brings both his hands to his midriff, to Sarica's hands, holding him.
He has killed many, of course. Anakin Skywalker was a peacekeeper and you keep the peace by force and by violence and by war, there are no other methods. However, these people who killed his mother didn't do so within a framework that allowed the killing and you meet the unjust with justice, you strike and you strike hard. Sarica is a legislator, isn't he - oh, he understands. He understands theoretically, but he certainly understands on a purely emotional level as well.
Sometimes, needs must. You must.
Must.
He lets the other man rest against him, his head on Sarica's shoulder and Sarica carries him, letting the horse carry the rest. It still follows the right course, they can afford not to care at all. ]
We don't live with these things, you must understand. [ Sarica's voice is soft and gentle, an unfamiliar quality in him, but Anakin awakes that, it seems. He would find it amusing, if he wasn't so busy being angry that no one else has ever told this man these things, how life works, how humans do. ] They are what gives us life. Could you have lived with yourself, had you not avenged your mother? Could I have lived with myself, had I allowed my father to carry on?
[ No, is the logical answer. Sarica allows it to hang unspoken between them, but unmistakable, too. As people would say some things cannot be excused, like massacres and patricide? Sarica says, it can't be excused not to do yourself justice. You owe it to no one else. No one. ]
We are the results of the terrible, but more than that, we are the results of the incredible we become due to it.
[ Turning his head a little, he nuzzles in against Anakin's neck, kisses the warm skin there, his hair tickling his nose, his forehead, his cheek... Sarica lifts his head a little and kisses him on his temple as well. ]
Look at you, my friend. Look at the amazing thing you've become, because you did what you did. Look at the amazing thing you've turned into.
[ Softly, then, and gently, too, so unlike him and yet, Sarica feels himself become a new version of himself, this is the incredible. He did the terrible, now he gets its opposite. You get rewarded for just behaviour, after all. It's deserved, he wants to think. He wants to think he may keep it, even. ]
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He has killed many, of course. Anakin Skywalker was a peacekeeper and you keep the peace by force and by violence and by war, there are no other methods. However, these people who killed his mother didn't do so within a framework that allowed the killing and you meet the unjust with justice, you strike and you strike hard. Sarica is a legislator, isn't he - oh, he understands. He understands theoretically, but he certainly understands on a purely emotional level as well.
Sometimes, needs must. You must.
Must.
He lets the other man rest against him, his head on Sarica's shoulder and Sarica carries him, letting the horse carry the rest. It still follows the right course, they can afford not to care at all. ]
We don't live with these things, you must understand. [ Sarica's voice is soft and gentle, an unfamiliar quality in him, but Anakin awakes that, it seems. He would find it amusing, if he wasn't so busy being angry that no one else has ever told this man these things, how life works, how humans do. ] They are what gives us life. Could you have lived with yourself, had you not avenged your mother? Could I have lived with myself, had I allowed my father to carry on?
[ No, is the logical answer. Sarica allows it to hang unspoken between them, but unmistakable, too. As people would say some things cannot be excused, like massacres and patricide? Sarica says, it can't be excused not to do yourself justice. You owe it to no one else. No one. ]
We are the results of the terrible, but more than that, we are the results of the incredible we become due to it.
[ Turning his head a little, he nuzzles in against Anakin's neck, kisses the warm skin there, his hair tickling his nose, his forehead, his cheek... Sarica lifts his head a little and kisses him on his temple as well. ]
Look at you, my friend. Look at the amazing thing you've become, because you did what you did. Look at the amazing thing you've turned into.
[ Softly, then, and gently, too, so unlike him and yet, Sarica feels himself become a new version of himself, this is the incredible. He did the terrible, now he gets its opposite. You get rewarded for just behaviour, after all. It's deserved, he wants to think. He wants to think he may keep it, even. ]
I've never met anyone like you either.