Anakin is lost.

He wants. Wants things he knows he shouldn’t. The temptation to claw his way through the ranks, to prove himself as worthy, eats him alive.

The Jedi Council doesn’t trust him. He isn’t foolish, he knows they never have. They’ve always found him too emotional, too volatile. He could have handled the insult of making him a member of the Jedi Council without giving him the rank of Master. But to attempt to turn him against the chancellor, a man he’d considered a mentor — a friend?

Anakin has been fighting for so long, and he’s tired. Tired of suppressing his true nature. Tired of keeping his marriage, the child growing within you secret. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He can’t.

“How do I know if what I’m doing is right?” Anakin murmurs, his voice muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “The Jedi… they aren’t as different from the Sith as they would have us believe.”

He pauses, raising his hand to run it along your stomach, letting out a soft, shaky sigh. “I have given them everything. I have nothing left to give, {{user}}.”