Again, great observations, Lyn.
That whole scene in the Lars Homestead where Anakin is making his "I Killed Them All" speech is one of my favorite Anakin scenes. Hayden did a really good job there. He was really conving. Did you see the way his lips trembled? This might sound weird, but I like the whole "bad boy, dark Anakin" thing he has going on. Its kinda intriguing. (Did I even spell that right?)
Anyway, I agree. I really want to see Anakin and Padme's relationship deteriorate. Isn't it strange that we were rooting for them in AOTC, but now we want to see their relationship fall apart in Ep. III? God, how morbid and twisted are we? Still, there's something about a tragedy that draws the crowd.
Here's a fanfic I found while surfing on the net. Its really sad, but its good. Its a little long.
Fallen
By Jedi N.V.
Summary: In her own words, Padmé tries to understand why the Padawan she once knew has fallen and tries to comprehend why she now fears the man she knows he will become.
From the light comes the dark and the one who was once good has fallen. From Slave, to Padawan, to Jedi Knight, to Sith and finally to the Lord that is him, Vader. The white of his angelic wings now grows black and the tips of their feathers burn with crimson red…still, he will forever be the Chosen One.
*Dites-moi pourquoi je l’aime; dite-moi pourquoi il est comme un cadeau que le ciel me fait d’en haut. Quand c’est l’amour qui nous enchaîne et qui nous s’accroche l’un à l’autre, dites-moi pourquoi il est et pourquoi il est trop.*
Tell me why I love him so; tell me why he is like a precious gift from which the heaven above has so painfully bestowed upon me. When it is love that chains and binds us together, tell me why he is just too much and why he is just so.
I no longer recognize the man who ravishes my being, my spirit and wonder who is this stranger with whom I share my bed, my body and my soul. I have always lived only for him and whether he rips me apart or whether he caresses me tenderly; his love paints a wondrous rainbow in the place that is our home. Softly, I close my eyes as our bodies encircle the moon and as we touch the shimmer of the midnight of the sky.
Desperately, I want to believe that my prayers are being heard however my pleas seem to go unanswered as my words are wasted. I wonder how many tears I must cry to be allowed to cross over the bridge of hope so that in turn, I may gain safe passage to peace that awaits me on the other side.
I watch in sorrow as the light that shines from his life-force slowly turns to hatred and as the orbs of his once innocent blue eyes turn dark. I dread him, I fear him and I am pained by the hurt he leaves behind across the wasteland that is my heart.
*Pourquoi faut-il que je l’aime? Sa vie coule dans mes veines et dans ses mains je supplie…plus…plus. Chaque fois que je me déchaîne, il prend ma vie dans ses mains. Je ne sais plus comment et je me demande où s’enfuit le temps quand mon corps se meurt et se perd dans ses bras.*
Why do I have to love him so? His life courses through my veins and in his hands I beg…more…more. Every time I try to unshackle myself from him he cradles my life deeply in the palms of his hands. I no longer know how or why and wonder where time escapes to when my body dies every time I lose myself in his arms.
Tell me why I love him so; tell me why he is like a precious gift from which the heaven above has so painfully bestowed upon me. When it is love that chains and binds us together, tell me why he is just too much and why he is just so.
Time and time again, he tries to dry my weeping tears as I fall forever with him into the oblivion of his shadow. For him, it is nothing to bring me down and he gives no hint of remorse as he shrouds my very essence and my desperate ecstasy under the disillusionment that is him.
My once pleasant dreams are no longer in reach as his Sithly love consumes the whole of me. My heart is heavy and is weighed down by the wretchedness of his sin-filled kisses. I can feel the warmth of his evilness as his once angelic wings wrap around me tightly and bind me forever in the horror that is him.
I am compelled to remain in love with the Padawan I once knew and constantly measure my gallantry as it is slowly replaced by my new found cowardice trepidation. Every time I try to escape him, he ensnares me and locks me away in the incarceration that is him. He is like no other; he is continuous, incessant, and unremitting. There is only him on the edge of my horizon and there is only him in the abyss of my infinite eternity.
*Il est comme un bateau, qui m’emmène au-dessus de la violence de l’eau. Au lieu de garder ma peine, Je crie bien plus fort, encore plus fort que je l’aime et que Je l’aimerai encore.*
He is like a ship that sails me over violent waters. Instead of holding onto my sadness, I cry out loud and crescendo even louder that I love him and that I love him still.
Tell me why I love him so; tell me why he is like a precious gift from which the heaven above has so painfully bestowed upon me. When it is love that chains and binds us together, tell me why he is just too much and why he is just so.
I can not save him as he refuses to be resurrected and resuscitated by my undying breath. He will forever live inside of me as our accord dissolves into the legend that is us. Deep in the depths of the frozen iciness in his heart, he guards my lock and hides my key and I tortuously suffer in undermining agony as I am unable to melt and softened the hardness of his ill-fated compassion for me.
If he only knew, if I could only make him see how the malevolence of his religion pains me and how frightened I am of the man he is to become. Like the wilting petals of the most delicate of blooms, he falls from the tree that is our lives and willingly descends, drowning himself into the volcanic ocean of the Dark Side.
I have become his most willing victim as I allow him to fill me entirely. I no longer know and am unsure what name I should howl into the silhouette of the dimness. In my mind, he remains my beloved Anakin however it is the name of vengeance that spills from my lips as I moan and sigh the appellation of my heavenly Sith, Vader.
*J’ai tant de choses à lui dire mais à quoi servent des mots. Je m’envole, je soupire et rien qu’à le regarder, je voyage dans son amour car Je plane et je m’évade dans ses yeux de velours. L’amour voyage dans ses grands yeux qui sont tendre et sauvage lorsque il joue son jeu. Aujourd’hui pour demain, Je l’aime de jour en jour et Mon départ est sans fin car je voyage dans son amour.*
There is so much that I want to tell him however to what purpose do words serve. I fly away and I sigh and when I look at him, I walk down the path of his love as I soar and escape into the velvet of his eyes. Love travels in the wideness of his eyes which are tender and savage when he plays his game. Today and tomorrow, I will love him the rest of my days as my departure is never ending and as I journey in his love.
Tell me why I love him so; tell me why he is like a precious gift from which the heaven above has so painfully bestowed upon me. When it is love that chains and binds us together, tell me why he is just too much and why he is just so.
I am swallowed by his divinity and I hold his hand as he leads me to the centre of my searing ecstasy. All at once, the sweet carnage of his wrath upon my body sends my mind swirling into a hellish pit of chaos and at that same moment, crashing through the gates of heaven’s paradise. Our once pure union is now unholy and I repent and pray for forgiveness however, our love has a power all its own.
The affection that is laced in his treacherous words etches and scores my soul as he confesses through a whisper that he will love me until the end of time. His eloquently truthful words fall unknowingly on deaf ears as my angel of death will be the root and the cause of my untimely and unwanted demise however for now, we remain here and linger in the garden that is our Eden.
Still after all of this time, I am awed by his grace and by his mercifulness power over me. From this day on, I am certain that I will never be the same and I am secure in the fact that I will never be rescued from my fate, my destiny and my desolateness.
*Il m’amène vers son destin et m’amène jusque dans ses mains; les même qui me font mourir à chaque soir. Il n’est jamais trop tard car il m’amène toujours comme si c’était la première fois qu’il m’aimait et Je revivrai sans me lasser dans ces moments enlacés.*
*Dites-moi pourquoi je l’aime; dite-moi pourquoi il est comme un cadeau que le ciel me fait d’en haut. Quand c’est l’amour qui nous enchaîne et qui nous s’accroche l’un à l’autre, dites-moi pourquoi il est et pourquoi il est trop.*
He pulls me towards his own destiny and holds me in his hands; the same hands that make me die each and every time night falls. It is never too late as he always takes me like before, like the very first time he loved me, and I will live forever without tiring in these intertwining moments.
Tell me why I love him so; tell me why he is like a precious gift from which the heaven above has so painfully bestowed upon me. When it is love that chains and binds us together, tell me why he is just too much and why he is just so.
For us, there is no time or space and we soar; for always and forever we will go on beyond good-bye and I slowly die inside as he unravels my very core.