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          “anakin, don’t you dare—”

       → the jedi master half-shouts and half-hisses, pressing his palm firmly to his side to stop the bleeding. surely he had been wounded, surely his apprentice had the habit of letting his temper flare out when he saw his allies injured, surely he knew of all those things, but it didn’t make it any more acceptable, whether he was his former padawan or not. so in spite of his physical state, he trails after the younger male until he reaches out with his other hand to grab him by the arm, forcing him into halting from his anger-fueled stride.

          killing, when not in self-defense (and questionable, even then), was nothing but a fast way into the dark side, and against the rules of the jedi. he could not allow this.

         forcing the other to look at him, despite the fact their heights were an issue (something small, something irrelevant as of now; there are greater matters to be tended to), his gray-blue eyes stare at anakin’s blue ones with fierce intensity, so the younger man may be shaken off his enraged trance-like state.

       “no killing. you know what the rules are. i won’t allow you to break them over an untimely outburst.”