evangelion :
I trained him, believed in him, loved him like the brother I never had. Anakin Skywalker was the brightest flame in a galaxy slipping into darkness, and I thought—no, I hoped—that light would be enough. But I watched him fall, not all at once, but in fragments: in his anger, in his fear, in the silence between the man he was and the monster he became. I fought him on a world of fire, not to win, but to save what little was left of him—and I lost. I lost him, I lost myself, and in many ways, I lost the war long before the battle was over. But even now, in exile, with nothing but the wind and the weight of memory, I hold to one truth: hope survives. Because if someone as good as Anakin could fall, then maybe—just maybe—someone like him can rise again. The light isn’t gone. It’s just waiting to be found.
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