Her voice held irritation and a sense of betrayal, though she at least understood that he was trying to protect her. She was too upset with herself and her own actions to really focus any true irritation at Anakin.
The real Ahsoka had moved over to stand next to the crouching old man who remained with his head bowed over his lifeless daughter. She remembered this part, the genuine sorry as he entreated them to leave.
Harry remained standing and observing a distance away from all the others.
"As the balance in this world crumbles, so shall war escalate in your galaxy," The old man spoke crouching over his lifeless daughter, "As my son has descended into the dark side, so have the Sith gained strength." There was a slight ripple that passed through the area causing Ahsoka to look in around in confusion and Harry to narrow his eyes and flex his jaw slightly.
"I failed in my charge," The old man said mournfully, with a voice that betrayed an endless depth of sorrow.
The real Ahsoka frowned and looked at the old man sharply, "I don't remember him saying that the first time,"
"That's because we're not in your memory," Harry said, his voice icy cold.
"What?" Ahsoka asked looking around in disbelief. It was then that she noticed her memory self and Anakin and Obi-Wan all seemingly frozen in place.
"We haven't been for quite some time," Harry replied his voice level.
"Why didn't you say something?" Ahsoka demanded and then frowned looking at the old man who was unmoving and looking down at his daughter. "And… does that mean that none of that happened?"
"If it was your memory, the entire sequence would have stopped when you collapsed. I was waiting to see if this was an attempted gateway to a possession of you. I'm very familiar with having an enemy within your own mind," Harry replied, "As for the rest-"
"The rest was accurate," The old man lifted his head to suddenly fix his gaze on Harry. Ahsoka jumped back more than a little startled, having thought the old man was frozen like the rest. She quickly backed up toward Harry who watched the old man warily though he remained unmoving.
"What's going on?" she demanded.
"I'd hazard a guess and say that all this was him. Or more accurately, it's his thoughts and personality," Harry replied shortly.
He didn't tell Ahsoka that he was gathering his power to eradicate the being if he made any move to endanger them or possess Ahsoka.
"Not memory, merely a vision. I am no threat, I simply bear a message," The old man spoke, as if knowing Harry's intentions. His gaze fixed on Harry for a few moments before he turned to look back down at his daughter. "A message that will only be viewed if chance intervenes and specific unlikely events come to pass."
"What events?" Ahsoka asked, her guard was up, knowing they were in her mind had her suspicious of something she didn't know or wasn't in control of.
"She… was far far wiser than I ever gave her credit for," The old man said mournfully, as his fingers brushed over his daughter's cheek.
"What?" Ahsoka inquired at the topic shift once more, "What are you talking about?"
"Being confused is normal when talking to old men. Specifically those with white, grey or silver beards, who try to appear to be all-knowing," Harry interjected, a trace of irritation in his voice.
"Talking in riddles and half sensical comments that can be twisted to make sense later. Giving credit to another is rare though. You actually don't see this kind of being do that sort of thing very often." Harry's voice was sarcastic, though his anger remained.
The old man's eyes shot up and fixed Harry with an angry stare, "My daughter gave her own life in exchange for bringing this one back from the dead,"
"Dead?" Ahsoka said faintly, "I was dead?"
"Yes. Your life was taken by my Son the instant he poisoned you with the Dark side and made your body nothing more than an animated corpse," The Old man's head dropped to look at the woman in his arms, lying completely still. "My daughter sacrificed herself and any chance she had of healing her own wound to bring you back,"
"Ah yes, another characteristic of the species Magicus Beardius," drawled Harry in a bored manner, though more than a hint of steel was under his words, "This specific behavior is the tendency to habitually fall back upon what I call 'the guilt trip.' Implying that you owe him something, and implying that he obviously had no part or responsibility whatsoever in raising his son into the Monster he grew up to be. The Monster that killed you in the first place."
Before the old man could say anything, Harry continued, "Be wary of this one, Ahsoka. He obviously has an agenda, and its … shady enough in its intentions that he doesn't feel comfortable outright telling you what it is. He'll obfuscate and meander around what he truly wants, never telling you what some secret side-effect will ultimately come about that will benefit him."
"There is nothing about this situation that benefits me, just you my boy," The Old Man said sadly.
"I'm not your anything. Least of all boy," Harry replied sharply.
The old man smiled bitterly, "You're right of course. You would prefer a more formal title? I suppose one should observe some formalities when talking with the Master of Death."
Ahsoka could actually feel Harry stiffen next to her, his expression going hard and his magic building. The connection she had with his emotions suddenly chilled, and if she didn't know better, Harry was preparing himself for a battle.
"How do you know that phrase?" Harry demanded, a much more cautious look in his eyes.
The old man chuckled mournfully, his eyes gazing up into a sky that no longer resembled the scene from which they started. It began to coalesce into grey storm clouds, with flashes of light signifying distant lightning, but there was no sign of thunder.
"The three of us all have the ability of foresight. A curse as often as it is a blessing. My son ever looked for ways to escape. Never any farther. I had a vision that this might one day transpire. It was … unlikely in the extreme and all hinged on two decisions of young Ahsoka Tano. The rest fell upon your choices,"
"What two decisions?" Ahsoka blurted, finally re-entering the conversation after the thought of being brought back to life had settled.
"Your decision to chose that bar to go into, at that time," The old man answered calmly, "Whether you attribute it to decision or random chance, the point is you decided to enter that one," He said, cutting off her comment. "And then your decision to not only request to stay with your young Master, but to be trained by him,"
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