One of the first things I ever noticed about Anakin, and the thing I’ve always loved most, are his eyes.

Unlike both his parents and his siblings, his eyes are an icy blue, with a fire burning behind them in a way I can’t quite explain. You could distort his features and cut off all his hair and I would still recognize him, simply for his eyes.

On Yavin, I didn’t really listen to the words "I love you". I didn’t need to. I could see it in those beautiful eyes. I didn’t need to ask if he meant it. I could just tell.

He has his grandfather’s eyes, and though it bothers him, I think it’s nice. I have no idea what my parents look like—no one does. I’ve often wondered if my hair is the same color as my father’s, if my face is shaped like my mother’s, and if I have a grandparent’s eyes.

I heard, somewhere, that eyes were the windows to the soul. I don’t know what people see in mine, but in Anakin’s, you see greatness, love, truth, passion…all the things that a Jedi should have and be.

If I shut my eyes, even now, when I’m so lost and confused, I can see those eyes…Riina can, too. They chase her off, as if she’s afraid of drowning in the ice blue pools. I hope she does.