[ the hands working on finn's back still, then resume their task.

for a long moment, he favors silence. tempted through anakin is to brand him a liar… a fool would know a better lie. the disconsonant parts of his story are not tinged so through the force. ( the jagged peaks are tied to the pulsing injuries to the phantom pain anakin would share if he focused. ) nothing fits. soldiers bred to fight — not clones, no accelerated growth so how…?

could this have been what master sifo-dyas had seen? it's the only option that makes sense, yet it feels wrong. something about where they are, their supposed purpose continues to intrude. ]

If he is here, [ it isn't likely, but the presence of the dark side is undeniable, ] you'll be safe from him. My name is Anakin. I'm a Jedi.

[ he voices the title as simple fact: he's a jedi with the promise that entails. having done as much as he could for finn's back, anakin comes around to do the same for his shoulder. he works faster now, the burn so much smaller yet as deep. he keeps quiet his almost grudging respect. either finn is that well-trained to still be stumbling around looking for his friends or he is just that stubborn. ]

Is she the girl you mentioned? The scavenger?