[The entire world is calm and quiet around them, content to live and breathe on its own terms. Near his feet, a lone blue flower juts up from the grasses- sways gently on the breeze. You know what Anakin thinks simply, because Obi-Wan has touched lightly on many parts of their future. But he's avoided one in particular.
Anakin's face turns up not towards the stars, but towards a range of mountains stretching into the north. A dark cut out against the sky's glow.]
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Anakin's face turns up not towards the stars, but towards a range of mountains stretching into the north. A dark cut out against the sky's glow.]
About what I become.