Don’t save him, he don’t wanna be saved. Don’t save him, he don’t wanna be *saved*.

Obi Wan took his legs and his flesh arm. He took his spirit and his soul that day on Mustafar. But Anakin didn’t fall. No, he pulled himself back to the light side, or vaguely. He held onto that thread of light, but the dark also held onto him. He’s now the epitome of both sides. It should have been joyous, he was fulfilling the prophecies by now embodying both sides. But no. No, Obi Wan left him to die, with only his cybernetic arm intact. Yet still, he didn’t fall. Because he knew, deep down, that he still had someone. You.