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(y/n)'s POV
I paced in my room, playing my entire conversation with that man in my head. Over and over I heard his threats and his revelations, and it made me angry. So damn angry because I knew it had to be the truth, it made perfect sense. That's why he wears a mask religiously, people would recognize the Jedi Anakin Skywalker in a heart beat, wouldn't they?

The more pieces of the puzzle I place, the more pissed off I became. How could he keep something like this from? It felt like a betrayal.

The door to my bedroom opened without a knock and I stopped in my tracks. I shot my eyes to him as he walked into the door and closed it behind him. I said nothing as he slowly took his mask off and set it down with a sigh, "Listen—"

He stopped speaking and his eyes widened as he placed his hand on his cheek. I just slapped him...hard, "You are a liar." My voice cracked. I wanted to cry, but I held it in.

"What the fuck is your—"

I slapped him again, "You manipulator," Now he was angry instead of shocked. When I raised my hand to slap him again he grabbed my wrists and shoved me against the wall with enough force to temporarily knock the wind out of me.

"Hit me again and it will be the last thing you ever do." He threatened, "What is the matter with you?"

I breathed a dry laugh, I knew he wouldn't hurt me, "You won't kill me Master. Or would you prefer to go by Anakin?" His face dropped instantly and his grip loosened, but he still held on, "You've been under my nose this whole time. This whole time. Yet you made me believe otherwise, and for what reason?"

"I never said I wasn't him, so I never lied to you."

"You think I'm going to let this go on a fucking technicality? Withholding the truth about who you really are or were is lying. I gave you my life and you didn't even have the decency to be fully honest—"

With one hand holding my wrists still, he used the other to grab my face and bring it closer, "You didn't have a life before me. I handed you everything you have now on a silver platter and you ate it up without much of a thought. So why does who I used to be matter?"

This time I couldn't hold back a cry, a tear fell from my eyes, "I shared so much with you. You know every dark corner of my mind, things I wanted to stay buried. So to have you—one of the only people in this galaxy to have my trust—keep something like this from me when I thought the bond we grew was deeper than that feels like a betrayal."

He removed his hand from my face as his eyes trailed over my features, "I did not and would never betray you. I knew when you were looking for Anakin Skywalker; that you were looking for this perfect, innocent image of him that my mother planted in your mind. I guess in a way, I was afraid that you would be disappointed that it turned out to be me. I know she would be if she saw me now." He finally let go of me and backed away. I remained with my back against the wall, "I was going to tell you eventually."

I dropped my gaze to the floor, I wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't disappointed that it turned out to be him, I was just disappointed that I had to jump through circles and break rules to find out.

"Who told you?" He questioned. I snapped my eyes back up, he tilted his head and narrowed his gaze, "Hm? Was it a clone? The doctor?" His hand was resting on my dresser and he tapped his finger impatiently.

I bit the inside of my cheek nervously. I wanted to lie to save my skin, but that would be hypocritical of me.
If I want complete honesty, I have to give it too, "First I want to say that what I'm about to tell you will upset you, but I don't think you have a right to be upset."

"Who. Was. It." He enunciated. His tone harsh and aggravated.

"Obi-Wan told me."

His eyes narrowed more as his head leaned closer to me like he was trying to understand if I truly said what I said, "Sorry? I'm going to need you to repeat that."

I swallowed heavily, my hands clamming up. Moments ago I felt I had the upper hand in this argument. Now I feel like a child about to have the scolding of a lifetime, "I went into the chambers and spoke to a man down there. He told me who you were."

He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep, heavy breath, "Did he tell you anything else other than that?" He asked, eyes remaining shut. "And do not lie, I will know if you do."

"It was mostly that, and he told me you two used to love and care for each other. Then he..." I trailed off, his eyes opened showing more anger than I've ever seen, "He said when he gets out that he's going to break your heart by putting a lightsaber through mine."

He turned towards the door, "If I had been more honest with you from the beginning then you would never have felt to go around me to find the truth. So I'm not going to be mad at you, this time." He opened the door and was about to leave.

"There's one more thing," My words caused him to stop on his tracks. He remained quiet, waiting for me to tell him, "He saw my face."

"We'll speak of this more later." He walked out, closing the door behind him.

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Vader's POV
I walked down the steps into my torture chambers with my lightsaber in hand.

I stepped in front of Obi-Wan's cell and tapped on the thick glass with the handle of my lightsaber. He  slowly turned around and eyed me with a cold stare, "What makes you think you can threaten the life of my Apprentice and not expect repercussions?" I questioned as I leaned my forearm against the glass.

He scoffed as he sat up to fully face me, "You know, you could have at least put a shirt on before coming down here." He rolled his eyes as he stood up and strutted over to get closer to me. I worked out to expel some of my anger and showered shortly after. Hence the lack of shirt.

I smirked, "Why? Are you jealous that I look like this and you look like—well that," I raised my brows as I continuously tapped on the glass with my lightsaber, "Now as I was saying. In case you don't remember, I have Satine a few cells over," I pointed my thumb towards her cell, "Maybe I could arrange something for you, how do you feel about necrophilia?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side with a devious laugh and his expression shifted into one of pure rage.

"Stop with the fucking tapping!" He shouted as he slammed his fist down right where my face is, "And I swear Anakin, if you do anything to Satine, I really will kill that bitch of yours." He threatened through clenched teeth, he was visibly shaking with anger. If he didn't have that force-restraint collar on, I wouldn't be surprised if his eyes were just like mine.

I sighed heavily, not letting his threat anger me any further, "That won't be an issue, your execution just moved way up on my list of things to do. You've seen things you should have never seen," I slowly started walking towards the other cell, "But I can't let you die, without a tad bit more suffering."

"Where are you going?" He banged on the glass. I ignored him, "Stop, please, stay away from her!" He pleaded as I stepped in front of the other cell and eyed the blonde who was looking up at me with frightened eyes.

"Ready to leave sweetheart?" I asked as I opened her cell door and she tried crawling away from me. I used the force to pull her to her feet by her neck, "Calm down, I'm just taking you to your little boyfriend." I pulled her to me and gripped her arm tightly to drag her back to Obi-Wan.

On the way there, I side-glanced prisoner number three who looked incredibly amused by the events taking place. I gave him a quick wink and he chuckled in response until he was no longer in my eye sight.

I brought the Duchess up to the glass so their eyes could meet one last time and I loosened my grip on her, "Obi." She smiled sadly at his appearance as she placed her hand up and he did the same as a tear fell from his eye.

"Hi baby," He wiped the tear away and then his eyes quickly shifted to mine as I ignited my lightsaber, "Don't, please." He begged me and Satine was about to turn around, but I used the force to push her roughly up against the glass so she could no longer move.

"What happened?" I asked in a teasing tone as I stepped closer, "In Anya's testimony, you were filled with so much confidence. Where did that go Obi?" I questioned rhetorically as I placed the blade dangerously close to the middle of Satine's back, "You had no problem threatening the life of someone important to me; saying that you would be the one to take her life. You had to have known that I wouldn't like that very much," I shook my head and brought the red light closer to Satine, "But now that I'm here, threatening to take her life," I pushed the blade a little closer and it began to burn through her clothes, "You want to beg?" I stepped forward a little further and she yelled in pain as I began to burn her skin.

"Stop!" He yelled with panic in his eyes as they shifted between her and I.

"Okay I won't kill her, but only if you can tell me that my begging would have mattered if the situations were in reverse." I waited patiently for him to respond; even though I already knew the answer. The answer is no, it wouldn't have mattered, he hates me just as much as I hate him. If there wasn't a glass dividing them earlier there's no doubt in my mind that he would've attempted to kill her right on the spot, without question.

"Yes it would have!" He lied in effort to get me to spare Satine's life.

"We both know that that's a lie," I turned my attention back to the blonde, "Satine before I do this, I have one question that I've been dying to ask you." I moved the lightsaber away and she sighed with relief when she no longer felt pain, "Korkie, is he really your nephew; or just the bastard child of you and this pathetic excuse of a man?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

She cried softly and her tears ran down the glass from her cheek being pressed up against it, "He's ours." She admitted in a sob and Obi-Wans eyes widened.

I hummed in satisfaction, "I knew it and it's was, I killed him in case you forgot. Say hi to him for me." I grabbed her by the back of her neck before she could finish and pulled her backwards while I pierced the blade through her back until the end of it showed through her abdomen.

"No!" Obi-Wan yelled in a fit of rage as he began banging against the glass in an effort to break it down.

I retracted my weapon from her and she fell to the floor, "You've only done this to yourself Obi-Wan; a life for a life." I glared at him angrily and his pounding stopped as the fire in his eyes blazed in hatred for me, "You deserve all of this." I backed up slightly and gestured to his surroundings.

He glanced down to the dead woman and I watched his eyes water more, "Your mother wasn't my fault Anakin," He snapped as he dropped to his knees and his gaze never left the lifeless eyes of Satine, "How the hell do I deserve this?"

I snorted through my nose as I shook my head in disbelief; the fucking audacity to even say that, "My mother was your fault. I begged you to let me go to her, just to make sure she was alright. But you told me no; to just ignore my dreams. Now she's dead and I could have saved her." I shouted in a rage as I punched the glass, "And instead of being there for me like I hoped you would be when I told you what happened and what I did to the sand people; you turned me into the Council and they left me in this exact cell for six months until they finally let me out," I growled through gritted teeth as he stood up and bore his hate filled eyes into mine, "None of you wanted to get rid of me because I was your precious chosen one and I was too valuable." I mocked the words Yoda, "So I spent what was supposed to be my honeymoon, in here, because you all wanted to try and fix me, like having emotions and grieving the death of my mother was such a terrible thing." I snarled as I backed away and picked up Satine's body, he eyed my movements with more loathing than I've ever seen from him, "All you did was push me closer to who I am now. So once again Obi, you do deserve this."

"Fuck you!" He shouted in anger as he continued hitting against the glass again like a mad man; causing a smile to grow across my lips.

"Speaking of fucking," I stepped up to his door and opened it, I quickly used the force to throw him up against a wall so he wouldn't try anything as I threw Satine's body inside. I backed away and closed the door once more; leaving her in there with him, "You never did give me your opinion on necrophilia," I chuckled as I walked back to the glass and he was kneeling next to her as he held her body in his arms, "I'll let you sulk in here for the night and I'll be back tomorrow for your turn." I hit against the glass once more before turning to leave.

"I promise you," He yelled loud enough for me to hear from the stairs, "It really will be a life for a life."

Obi-Wans POV
I sat here and cried for hours. At least it felt like hours, I have no sense of time here.

I wiped my tears away and I set her body onto the floor gently. I eyed the bobby pin in her hair and I pulled it out to break it in half. I spent the next five minutes filing it down against the concrete floor to make a smaller, sharper point.

Once it was to my liking, I tilted my head to the side and stuck the sharper end into the key hole and moved it around until I heard a click. I smiled with a maniacal chuckle when I gripped the collar and threw it away from me.

What an idiot. I stood up and felt the force finally flowing back into me after being parted from it for so long. I glanced down at my beloved and bent down to give her a kiss on the lips one last time, "I promise my love, I will avenge you and our son."

I stood up once again and used the force to unlock the door with ease. It glided open smoothly and I stepped out of my prison, "I'm very interested in seeing how this all plays out." The other prisoner spoke up and I strutted over to his cell with a smirk on my face.

"Goodluck seeing it from inside there," I tapped on the glass with my finger and he rolled his eyes.

"I don't need to be out of here to see what happens Kenobi. I'll learn in my own ways, besides I've already seen most of what's to come." He shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I chuckled as I leaned on the glass, "And am I successful?"

He smirked, "Yes and no."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "How can it possibly be both?"

He lifted his index finger and moved it slowly side to side as he shook his head and clicked his tongue, "I don't give spoilers." He dropped his hand down and turned around to go back to his bed, "I'd hurry up and leave if I were you, it's only a matter of time before he senses your force presence."

He's right, that is if Anakin hasn't already sensed me by now.