[From here at least the train car is mostly empty. A few souls linger at the far, far end, linked only by an open doorway and a sliver of visibility, but somehow it still feels too open for what he wants desperately to let spill.
How utterly stupid.]
You won't like it.
[He isn't meeting Anakin's stare; he doesn't want to.]
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How utterly stupid.]
You won't like it.
[He isn't meeting Anakin's stare; he doesn't want to.]