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'You did well, Anakin,' the Chancellor's voice slithered into the room again. 'He was too dangerous to be kept alive.'

Sol didn't want to be near the Chancellor any longer, so she headed over to Obi-wan with heavy steps. She tried to ignore the sound of the Chancellor's bounds being unwrapped and she bent down beside the Jedi Master. He was unconscious, but not badly hurt. All Sol needed to do was lift the fallen balcony slightly and slide Obi-wan out from underneath. But when the sound of explosions rattled the ship, Sol figured that they were short on time.

'Yes, but he was an unarmed prisoner,' Sol heard Anakin defend. But no matter what he said, she could still feel the lingering flames of the darkness that surrounded Anakin when he killed the Sith Lord. She didn't even want to look over her shoulder at him, so she busied herself with Obi-wan.

'I shouldn't have done that, Chancellor. It's not the Jedi way,' Sol pointed her fingers towards the fallen balcony, and it began to tremble with the Force.

'It is only natural. He cut off your arm, and you wanted revenge,' the Chancellor was heard. 'It wasn't the first time, Anakin. Remember when you told me about your mother and the Sand People? Now, we must leave before more security droids arrive.'

With that, the cruiser rattled with more explosions. The Galactic Republic were attacking the command ship and the shields that Sol had deactivated no longer protected it. It wouldn't be long before the ship would fall apart, and the Jedi did not want to be on it when it did.

Sol was able to pull Obi-wan's limp figure out from underneath the balcony as it hovered in the air. At the drop of her hand, the balcony fell with a clatter, and she turned Obi-wan onto his back. She went to pull one of his arms over her shoulders but was stopped when Anakin dropped down to be beside her. She tried not to jump at his closeness and kept her stare on Obi-wan, finding comfort in his rising and falling chest and the warm colour in his skin.

'Anakin, there is no time,' the awful sound of the Chancellor's voice spoke up again. 'We must get off the ship before it's too late!'

'He seems to be all right. No broken bones, breathing's all right.'

'Leave him! Or we'll never make it.'

Sol turned to look at the Chancellor for the first time in a while. She didn't expect much more from the man who egged on Anakin to murder Count Dooku, but the lack of concern in Chancellor Palpatine was disturbing. She hoped that her eyes were like daggers that pierced through his skull, as the very suggestion at leaving Obi-wan behind outraged her. With a grit of her teeth, Sol looked away from the Chancellor and went to gather Obi-wan onto her shoulders.

'He's leaving with us, Chancellor,' she said aloud. 'You're welcome to carry on ahead, but Obi-wan's fate will be the same as ours.'

Anakin grabbed hold of Obi-wan from Sol's hands and lifted him over his shoulders. With his Master's arms and head hanging limp on one side, Anakin stood up and adjusted his grip at the added weight. He looked down beside him as Sol got to her feet and called her abandoned lightsaber into her palm. He watched her glare one last time at an impatient Palpatine before she met his eye, and he saw the way her purple irises quivered at his stare.

'Are you okay?' he asked, having forgotten to check on her after her collision with the railing.

Sol didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head in a stiff nod. Usually, she would send him a smile to relieve his nerves, or would subtly touch his hand with hers, but her lips were pursed in a tight line, and her hands stayed with herself. Anakin wanted to explain his previous actions, but Sol walked ahead before he could. He adjusted Obi-wan before following, noticing that Sol had emptied Obi-wan's pockets and held the commlink to R2 in her hand.