Chapter 150

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Luna managed to keep herself together long enough to say goodnight to Anakin. His presence had helped her focus on the positives and kept the demons in her mind from coming to light.

But the closer it got to when she'd need to go to sleep, the harder it was to forget, until finally all she could do was put her mask on and hope no one noticed....because she was starting to worry it may be possible, however unlikely, that Anakin was beginning to get to know her well enough to see through the mask, especially when the fact that their bond was strong enough to communicate with their minds were put into account.

Which meant Luna would have to revert to her old ways tonight, sleeping cloaked from the Force, to make sure Anakin didn't pick up on anything....

Like the mental panic attack that she was having over what was undoubtedly coming in a few days, if they were lucky and it wasn't tomorrow.

Luna was rarely lucky.

She still had her fingers, and toes because there was no such thing as being too cautious, crossed.

What if Anakin does turn? To protect Padmé from Sidious?

He wouldn't—

But he might.

And what about Obi-Wan? Just because he beat Grievous originally doesn't guarantee that he'll do it again for sure! What about the butterfly effect?

What if the fact you're here at all means that he'll get himself killed?

And what if Grievous escapes or kills him?

He won't, he won't, he won't. Obi-Wan will be fine.

Oh, Force!!! What if Sidious kills Anakin?!?!

It was far from the first time Luna's mind had presented that horrific possibility to her, but it was the first time that fear echoed around and clung onto her mind like a hungry tick ready to feed on her despair. The first time Luna was unable to distract herself with more pressing worries, because there were no other more pressing worries.

Because if Anakin was killed, it was an end all.

Luna didn't notice it when her overactive imagination, which was doing her the wonderful favor of bringing to image all of the horrible scenarios that she thought of, gave way to a restless sleep.

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