[ He has a son.. a grown-up son, if it's thirty-four years after hew blew up this Death Star. Where was Padme? Was she okay, or was she one with the life force? His heart aches thinking about either option. Anakin is overcome with a wave of agony that feels once again like the loss of his mother. All-encompassing and suffocating while he tries to come to grips with all of this. He doesn't know how he got here, what this means, or how this is even possible. Nothing makes sense!
He hates not knowing just as much as the implications of what this all means.
His emotions cloud his thoughts until he hears the girl speak again, and he raises his head, eyes wary and red-rimmed.
Last Jedi. Missing for a long time. Everything around him had changed, and he still doesn't know why. Anakin doesn't speak, doesn't trust himself to at the moment. He merely nods his head in response to her question. ]
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He hates not knowing just as much as the implications of what this all means.
His emotions cloud his thoughts until he hears the girl speak again, and he raises his head, eyes wary and red-rimmed.
Last Jedi. Missing for a long time. Everything around him had changed, and he still doesn't know why. Anakin doesn't speak, doesn't trust himself to at the moment. He merely nods his head in response to her question. ]