This is a drabble. It's meant to be short.

Ahsoka sat in the darkness of the Sith Temple on Malachor, alone with her thoughts. She had tried her hardest to save what was left of Anakin but had failed. And it was all her fault. She should have stayed and helped him when she had the chance. Anakin was right – she had been selfish and it had driven him mad. Maybe she could have helped him better had she been able to pick up on his suffering.

Tears streamed down her face at the thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Anakin," she choked, a sob escaping her, echoing off into the darkness.

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