[ he recalls the gesture, or one like it, shared between children. her question proves his assumption correct. anakin wants to laugh. really? he must now answer to some slip of a girl who thinks she can tell him what to do?
anakin looks away. his nostrils flare as he exhales sharply. she's his friend, something a lot like reason reminds him. she's worried. she's done nothing wrong. small as the realization is it's enough to cut through much of his offense. sighing, he returns his gaze to her.
his mechanical little finger closes softly around hers. ]
no subject
anakin looks away. his nostrils flare as he exhales sharply. she's his friend, something a lot like reason reminds him. she's worried. she's done nothing wrong. small as the realization is it's enough to cut through much of his offense. sighing, he returns his gaze to her.
his mechanical little finger closes softly around hers. ]
Later.