The funeral rite

Anakin pulls Lady Leya to his chest, shielding her from the gruesome sight.

The Left General collapses to his knees, hands clutching at his bleeding neck. Captain Kahn had swiftly slit his throat the moment he drew his sword against Anakin. The Left General's eyes bulge, bloodshot and contorted, as he presses firmly against the wound in a futile attempt to cling to life. His lifeless body crumples to the ground with a thud.

Captain Kahn's sword slips from his grasp, clattering on the floor. "I-I-I didn't mean to…" he stammers, shaking his head. "He unsheathed his sword, and… I-I just…" His gaze lifts from the dead body to Anakin, silently asking for judgment.

Anakin's eyes remain fixed on the body of the man who had fought alongside the Grand Commander for decades. The suddenness of his demise, without proper investigation of the accusations, feels profoundly unjust. But, he cannot punish Captain Kahn since he acted solely to protect him.