Summary:

The Force was screaming around him, mourning as the Jedi fell by the hundreds. For the first time, Vader was hit by the sheer weight of what he had done. The choices he had made. The Jedi were dying, and it was his fault.

He flinched away from the realization. He didn't want to think about it. He was doing this to save Padmé. That was all that mattered.

No.

No.

What would Obi-Wan say? The same thing he always said. 'One life was not worth a thousand deaths'.

He looked at the children in front of him. The scared, helpless children. Who were looking to him for help?

And Anakin Skywalker made his choice. The choice he should have made a long time ago. He reached outwards, not towards the Dark and its intoxicating song, but for what lay behind it — the Light.

The road to redemption is always a hard one to walk. Anakin Skywalker trapped in a time loop of the last few hours of the Republic is forced to learn that the hard way.