Anakin POV:

I regained consciousness just as my body was lifted against something hard. It confused me for a moment if I was lying down or standing up. Still, my world slowly stopped turning as I realised I was sitting against a wall and the entire area dwelled in darkness. I could hear faint sounds and a trending echo of fear from the surface.

Padme.

Padme is up there! She is in danger! I need to get up there! We walked into a trap like a couple of rabbits. It reminds me of the Clone Wars and all the times I recklessly put everyone around me in danger, with no thought of what would happen to Padme if I perished. All I can think of now are Luke and Leia alone without me to protect them. I cannot be that man anymore: I cannot be. Getting out of here is my prime objective.

As my mind analysed my surroundings, I saw a beam of light and a shadow cutting through the enormous fragment of ceiling blocking a hall.

Petro!

Thank the Force, he's alive. I barely managed to pull him away from that explosion in time. I did not even think of the blast pushing me away. Katooni still needs him. 

Using the wall to pull myself up, I slowly used my surroundings as support to make my way to him. As I moved closer, he slowly turned to face me, and my heart skipped a beat as I beheld the horrific sight before me. The intense beams of our lightsabers cast an eerie glow, revealing the left side of his face, which was charred to a crisp. The extent of the scarring looked extraordinarily painful. Why is he shutting his eyes? Don't tell me that-

"M-Master Skywalker..." He panted. "Path is clear..."

As the lightsabers dropped from his hands, I swiftly rushed to catch him before he hit the ground. My eyes widened in shock that after presenting myself as the main obstacle between him and Katooni, he used all his energy to keep me safe. Obi-Wan was right.

"You're a true Jedi, kid."

Daae did all the hard work clearing up the path. After clipping our lightsaber to my belt, I swept him in my arms and carried him out of the catacombs.

"Hold on, Petro. Don't die on me now!"

Zatt POV:

Where... Where am I?

Smoke swirled around me, and despite the hundreds of people swarming this place a minute ago, this place was desert now. The plaza was invaded with a thick mist swirling with ash and dirt. I felt dizzy, but not from the explosion. It felt as if the Force was slipping away from me while simultaneously piercing my heart. The image of Ganodi's eyes moments before the building collapsed on top of her was replaying in my mind over and over. 

I did not even realise I was walking away. 

The feeling returns. It's been with me for a while now. Once more, the shadow is here, watching me wobble, but honestly, I don't care. The only thing that matters is if I can figure out if I have been calling Ganodi's name or just imagining her calling mine before the building exploded. I collapse to my knees by the weight of a crushing question, my strength waning. Did I kill her?

The sound of footsteps finally stops behind me, and I feel a grip on my shoulder and an odd sense of acknowledgement. I do not look up. What's the point? 

I just killed my friend.