[For a long moment he says nothing. What is there to be said with his own pulse aching in his chest and the weight of reality curling tight around his shoulders? He cannot claim indifference; he cannot pretend there's no investment on his part, even subtracting the potential to wave it off as the bond between broodmates or those gifted in the Force. She was raised within its grip as much as he ever was, she would be capable of calling his bluff.]

I see.

[No wonder she resisted his offer. No wonder Anakin Skywalker behaved not as the legend he once was, but a man devoted to ideals he couldn't serve. His padawan yet lived. His attachment cemented and devout, most likely.]

I imagine this mission is nearing its end. Soon we'll return to the station; you can remain by his side as long as you like.