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" you hide your force sensitivity well, but you can not hide it from me . " the sith lord circles the man slowly, allowing the dark side to ripple around him like a second armour. " i commend you for evading my inquisitors for so long, but the game is over now. "

" master, if i had a credit for every time you said i rushed into something, i could buy an apartment on coruscant, " padawan grumbles as he presses the ice-bag to his head. he's irritated yes, but mostly at himself for getting clocked on the head by a droid of all things. if he were less prideful, he'd thank his master for getting him out of a sticky situation, but he's not so anakin is going to sulk for as long as he can.

" the desert is endless, " he mutters to himself, irritation rising & falling with every breath. he can almost feel the sand between his toes despite his boots & the heat prickles under his skin like an infection. " those living like this are either insane or destitute. "

" i always enjoy your speeches. " politics has never been his forte, anakin is a dog bred for war & he knows the battlefield is where he'll always belong. but padmé is the kind of politician that draws in crowds, her passion electrifying all who are lucky enough to see it. rarely is he in coruscant nowadays, but on the occasional return anakin always seeks her out. she's a ray of sunshine that cuts through the storm of his mind.