[ It's quiet, but alive out here. The Force swirls around them, seemingly untouched for it's wildness. Obi-Wan can feel it's strange, indecipherable movement all around him. Present, talking to him, but in a language he doesn't understand. He and Anakin have spoken in the past about what it feels like for him in the Force, how loud it is, the constant movement. Is this what it feels like for him, always?
There's a shift in that ephemeral breeze, and Obi-Wan pulls his gaze away from the shadow of distant creatures flying passed the moon. Anakin feels like a nebula beside him, a coiling serpent of conflict. It's not the same sensation that had been ebbing off him after he woke up, this was something else. For a moment, in the starlight and the vacant look in his eye, he doesn't seem alive. Just a hollow shape where Anakin Skywalker once stood. A chilling sense of trepidation wraps around his spine. It prompts him to speak. To make sure: ]
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There's a shift in that ephemeral breeze, and Obi-Wan pulls his gaze away from the shadow of distant creatures flying passed the moon. Anakin feels like a nebula beside him, a coiling serpent of conflict. It's not the same sensation that had been ebbing off him after he woke up, this was something else. For a moment, in the starlight and the vacant look in his eye, he doesn't seem alive. Just a hollow shape where Anakin Skywalker once stood. A chilling sense of trepidation wraps around his spine. It prompts him to speak. To make sure: ]
...Anakin?