Thy Name—Darth Vader (Part 2)
1503, Thy Name—Darth Vader (Part 2)
"I'll kill you!!" Anakin Skywalker roared at Darth Malthael, raising his Lightsaber once more.
"Then die first!" Darth Malthael snarled, thrusting his sword forward!
"Anakin! No! Don't do this!" Shmi Skywalker suddenly seemed to snap awake. She screamed as she ran over, trying to stop their fight. "No! Anakin! You'll die..."
But her words abruptly stopped... She lowered her head in disbelief, staring at the Lightsaber piercing her chest.
A blue Lightsaber...
Anakin Skywalker's Lightsaber...
In that split second, Anakin Skywalker had easily evaded Darth Malthael's overwhelming strike, then plunged the Lightsaber in his hand into his mother's chest!
"I will not... submit to fate! No one can threaten me!" Anakin Skywalker said through clenched teeth.
He had already convinced himself that his mother had merely been turned into a walking corpse by Darth Malthael, like those zombies mutated by the T-Virus. And Darth Malthael had repeatedly used his mother to threaten him.
That had long crossed the limits of what he could bear!
Letting his mother rest in peace, returning dust to dust and ashes to ashes, freeing the Alliance... no, breaking free of Darth Malthael's control and gaining complete liberation—such thoughts gradually gained the upper hand in his heart.
The shock on Shmi Skywalker's face gradually softened into tenderness. She smiled through tears and gently raised her arms to embrace Anakin, patting his back. "You will... Anni, you will..."
The blue Lightsaber deactivated. With a clatter, its metal hilt fell to the ground.
Anakin Skywalker stared at his mother in stunned disbelief. Then Shmi Skywalker's body went limp and collapsed. Instinctively, Anakin gathered her into his arms, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. "Mom... Mom! You... No! No! No, no, no... You, you, you..."
Only when his