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Anakin emerged from the smoldering ruins of the Sith building, Isadora cradled in his arms, her body limp and unconscious. The once imposing structure now lay in ruins, consumed by flames and engulfed in chaos, a testament to the destruction that had unfolded within its walls.
As Anakin carried Isadora to safety, his heart heavy with guilt and remorse, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bitter satisfaction. He had avenged her suffering, struck down those who had dared to harm her, but at what cost? The price of his vengeance had been steep, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
The explosion reverberated through the night air, echoing like a thunderous roar of defiance against the darkness that had threatened to consume them. Anakin's eyes burned with determination as he gazed upon the smoldering wreckage, his jaw set in a grim expression of resolve.
No one would lay a hand on Isadora again, he vowed silently to himself. He would protect her with every fiber of his being, shield her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear.
With a heavy heart and a weary soul, Anakin carried Isadora into the night, away from the flames of destruction and towards the uncertain future that awaited them. But one thing was certain: as long as he drew breath, he would never let her go. She was his light in the darkness, his reason for living, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Anakin watched with growing confusion and frustration as Isadora's eyes fluttered open, only to widen in fear and confusion. She looked around the room, her gaze darting from one object to another as if trying to piece together a puzzle that refused to fit.
"Isadora, it's me, Anakin," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "You're safe now, you're on Naboo."
But Isadora's eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. She didn't seem to recognize him, didn't seem to remember anything about her past or the life they had shared together.
Anakin's confusion turned to anger as Isadora tried to push past him, a look of terror on her face. "Isadora, what's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" he demanded, reaching out to grab her arm.
But Isadora pulled away, stumbling backwards as she tried to put distance between them. "I don't know you! I don't know who you are!" she cried, her voice filled with panic.
Anakin felt a wave of hurt and betrayal wash over him. How could she not remember him? How could she not remember their love, their bond?
As Isadora turned and ran from the room, Anakin stood there, his heart heavy with sorrow. He had lost her once, and now it seemed he had lost her again. But this time, it was not to death, but to a cruel twist of fate that had robbed her of her memories.
As Isadora tried to flee, Anakin's desperation grew. He lunged forward, grabbing her arm gently but firmly, forcing her to stop and face him.
"Please, Isadora, you need to calm down," he urged, his voice filled with a mix of concern and deceit. "I'm not a stranger. I'm your stepbrother, Anakin. You had an accident, and you lost some of your memories."
