Look to the stars ...
Anakin stared out of the window. His thoughts drifted to many things prior. The fact that a member of his future family was here. That his former Master now knew everything. It was all surreal. He had taken the time to sneak away for a moment and collect himself. ... Not that he was meditating or anything, that was Obi-Wan's gig not his. Still, he found it calming to be alone in his thoughts.
Most importantly he thought about about her, and what she was doing. If she missed him, if there was any way to get back to her. His emotions swirled together and he found himself almost gasping for air. He had a sudden realization. What if he never found a way back? What if he was stuck here without her?
... No. He couldn't think that way. He would find a way home back to her. He would not allow himself to be trapped like some animal. There had to be a way. There always was a way.
Bringing his gaze downward, he looked at his robotic hand. Clenching his fist for a moment, he just stared at it. He didn't feel anything from his hand -- he didn't put any pain senors in them -- but he did feel something when he fought with Dooku. In a hand which should have no feeling. Even now he felt something ... but it wasn't there.
Bringing a hand to his chest, the pain struck him from the inside out. The more he thought about her the more he hurt. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, threatening to over take him.
All that he could do was stare out into open space and hopefully find a way to ease his mind.
Most importantly he thought about about her, and what she was doing. If she missed him, if there was any way to get back to her. His emotions swirled together and he found himself almost gasping for air. He had a sudden realization. What if he never found a way back? What if he was stuck here without her?
... No. He couldn't think that way. He would find a way home back to her. He would not allow himself to be trapped like some animal. There had to be a way. There always was a way.
Bringing his gaze downward, he looked at his robotic hand. Clenching his fist for a moment, he just stared at it. He didn't feel anything from his hand -- he didn't put any pain senors in them -- but he did feel something when he fought with Dooku. In a hand which should have no feeling. Even now he felt something ... but it wasn't there.
Bringing a hand to his chest, the pain struck him from the inside out. The more he thought about her the more he hurt. He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, threatening to over take him.
All that he could do was stare out into open space and hopefully find a way to ease his mind.