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Who: Anakin Skywalker
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Paisley
When: Right meow

There are a lot of questions and interests about other worlds lately. I have one question that I'm interested in right now. [ Alright, Ankain you can do this. Forget about that scolding Obi-Wan voice in your head telling you that the future is always changing. ] Does your universe-- do you believe in fate?

[ Oh, great. It sounds like a load of bantha dung when he actually hears it out loud. Awkwardly: ]

Destiny.

[ That doesn't help, which is fine. It's fine. It goes against the Jedi teachings and feels wrong just saying it. Nevermind that things are different with each universe, so it can't be really applicable, right?

Whatever, roll with it.

He adds, without pause, a completely unnecessary definition. ]

That certain things needs to happen in the future.

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How would you define it?

[ He considers thoughtfully ]

Well, I suppose I would say that there comes a time when your choices and actions will lead to an inevitable end - you might call that fate, I suppose. There is a sense of inevitability about that, after all. But equally so, I think such things are inevitable because one makes them so.

Because of the choices one makes. [ He gets that, he does ] You think we trap ourselves to our own fates.

I think we can, if we are not careful. [ Maglor nods, and he hesitates before he offers ]

Long ago, in my youth, we.... were warned off a path. Told that we would come to terrible ends. We went forwards anyway - and behold, all the words of our Doom came true. But... it was our hands, and our actions that made them so.

[ He frowns. ]

You don't look very ... "doomed". Was it worth it, at least?

[ Pain shoots across his features, a stab of loss and grief that has never healed and he shakes his head slowly, lifting his hands so that Anakin can see the burn scars, old and deep, contractures criss-crossing his palm amd right in the center of his right, the lines run straight, as if a facet of a great gem once sat there.

Even so, his voice is steady, the flat, monotone of someone recalling a pain too deep to be properly expressed ]

No. I stained my hands with the blood of kin, and saw everything we had done come to ruin, and even my closest family was lost to me. I betrayed and was betrayed for the sake of an oath unbreakable, and in the end, the very treasure for which we had committed our atrocities for rejected us, burning us so that we could not even touch them. And so the Oath remains unfulfiled, and my family remain damned, and there is no longer any home for me.

[ His frown is hard and makes him age. Part of him can empathize, the other tries to distance himself from that.

It's not right. ]

How could you do it, for a measly treasure? You had family. A home.

[ Maglor's eyes are calm, the surface of a deep lake, but beneath churns all his guilt and grief ]

For the jewels? No - I did it for my brothers, for my father. Oh, the jewels were the focus, the cause of all our grief, but I swore that oath for my family's sake. [ softly ] We all did, all of us, for father, for grandfather. But once sworn, such Oaths have power beyond mere words, and thrice we swore, and thrice were bound, and then there was no returning.

I was a fool, and the very actions I took were those of a fool and a madman.

But I took them for love, and that reason I will not regret, although I grieve for everything that came after.

[ It's not something he understands fully - having a father, grandfather, family that's more than one generation. But he knows about Oaths. He knows duties in keeping them and being bound by them. ]

I'm sorry. You should have broken your oaths.

If I had been able to, I would have. [ He shrugs sadly ]

But no, I am lying - unless my brothers also foreswore, I would not have done, for I could not leave them. So either way, I am damned.

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