Ahsoka had hoped this day would never come. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it would, though. She couldn't run from him forever.

She couldn't run from the truth forever.

Ahsoka had gone through a long period of denial after the Siege of Lothal. The Sith Lord they'd encountered had been powerful...too powerful. It was the kind of power one couldn't easily forget. The moment she even touched his Force signature, it felt like a shock wave.

"Ahsoka, do you know who or what he is?"

It was a simple question really.

But not a simple answer.

Did she know who it was anymore?

"No. I don't."

Whether she was lying to Ezra and Kanan or to herself, Ahsoka didn't know. She didn't want to know. She wanted to go back to when all the Jedi were indefinitely dead, and there wasn't any hope that they survived. That he survived. It was easier when there was an absolute.

And then this mechanical beast of a creature had appeared, piloting a ship like only one person she'd ever seen before.

Anakin.

His name sounded strange, yet so familiar on her tongue. It'd been so long since Ahsoka had said his name.

Saying his name made everything seem so much clearer. She saw the visions. She felt the pain. The anger. The hate. It was intensified to point where she was unsure how anybody could withstand that much emotion. Nonetheless, she'd felt it before. Ahsoka knew that pain, anger and hate. For two years, she'd lived with it. She'd been surrounded by it. She learned from it.

Anakin.

Back on her ship, Ahsoka sat in the pilot's seat and gazed out at the endless galaxy before her. So many questions plagued her mind and haunted her deepest thoughts. She wanted so badly to contact Obi-Wan. Only once had she seen him, and he had told her to never contact him unless it was an emergency.

This was certainly an emergency...but Ahsoka had already asked him about her master's fate. He said Anakin had been killed by Lord Vader.

Well, he wasn't lying.

He also didn't tell her the truth.

Ahsoka let out an anguished cry from her throat and covered her face with her hands.

She would not cry. Ahsoka Tano did not cry. Not after everything she'd been through. She was certainly not going to cry now, after finding out that her master had become a monster. Many long years had passed and all the trialing things she'd had to go through had only made her stronger. This was her next trial.

Ahsoka swallowed the remnants of a hiccuping sob and sat back and glared at the stars.

How? Why? When?

Ahsoka had decided to go meditate when one more question popped into her head-a question that nearly made her scream.

Could I have stopped it?

Meditation forgotten, Ahsoka balled her fists tightly and focused on steadying her breathing. Then, she turned around, sat back down in the pilot's seat and began prepping for the jump to hyperspace.

Like she told the Ghost crew, there were questions that needed answering.

A/N: This was my first story here so reviews would be helpful. Thanks!