“Princess,” he growled, tossing a shovel into the snow beside her. “You are late.” She crossed her arms. “You switched the clocks again, didn’t you?” Dmitri’s mouth twitched—just slightly, the closest he ever came to an admission. “You Americans. Always blaming someone.” He bent down, adjusting the angle of the shovel so it was easier for her to pick up. Not that he’d ever acknowledge the gesture.
“I hate you!” Anakin screamed as the flames consumed him. Obi-Wan wiped his eyes roughly. “You’re going to be a father Anakin.” Anakin froze. “I wasn’t supposed tell you. You’re going to be a father. You have a baby.”
“Truth is, I messed up somethin’ I don’t know how to live without. And I don’t got the right words to fix it… just the fear of losing you forever, and the truth. I’m sorry. I ain’t here to make promises I can’t keep, and I ain’t gonna beg you for somethin’ you don’t feel… but if there’s even a sliver of a chance, I’ll take it. I’ll earn it, slow and steady, however long it takes. Cause life’s been feelin’ damn empty without you in it… and I reckon that’s a truth I can’t ride away from.”