[ anakin thinks of flying, the hot air of tatooine in his face, sand pinging off his goggles while he guided a rickety pod racer over sand dunes and down canyons, at once the youngest and the only human racer.
thinks of the lightsabers he's built, lethal to his opponents and untrained users yet a sixth digit to him, guided by a knowledge deeper than him that tells him of what to expect before it does.
thinks of calling objects to him, floating them without effort in midair, earning a smile for his efforts and awed observations she pretends he does not notice just as he does.
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thinks of the lightsabers he's built, lethal to his opponents and untrained users yet a sixth digit to him, guided by a knowledge deeper than him that tells him of what to expect before it does.
thinks of calling objects to him, floating them without effort in midair, earning a smile for his efforts and awed observations she pretends he does not notice just as he does.
he can't help the smile this time. ] Better.