“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice had gone soft, and his hand was warm on Anakin’s arm. “There is no other Jedi I would rather have at my side right now. No other man.” Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself.
“I…wouldn’t have it any other way, Master.”
Little Faith | The National | High Violet, 2010
7 days until trouble will find us
Quién me habrá robado el sol que hoy no siento su calor…
Within the chair’s shadow sat another shadow: deeper, darker, formless and impenetrable, an abyssal umbra so profound that it drained light from the room around it.
And from the city. And the planet.
And the galaxy.
Matthew Stover - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (Novelization)