"About the same," Anakin estimates, and uncertainty and hope visibly cross his features. "Well, maybe he's here."
But the static in their Force bond still tells him nothing, even as he sends out a push of inquisitive concern. He wonders if this is what it was like for Obi-Wan the first time before he arrived before remembering--of course. Of course. In Obi-Wan's time, the bond had been severed years ago.
No point in woolgathering. Anakin brings his hands together again and notes absently that Jason and Harry are together, which seems strange. "Did you come the same way I did?" he asks after a moment. "Doorless windowless room, tutorial with the comlink? The last thing I remember before that is working on a car at the garage," he touches his metal hand to his head again, "though my head hurts, and I assume someone hit me. I guess we're prisoners in demand, huh?"
The cheer rings strange and hollow in the absence of anyone else they know. (In the absence of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin is aware--but he would take anyone else right now, too.) For only the second time, Anakin gives his surroundings a proper glance-over: the tessellated floor, the pillars, the spire and the tram, the ridge of what promises to be a miniaturized range of hills silhouetted against the sky. The buildings go on for quite a while--if you can call all of them buildings--but beyond them, he can see bare rock and shadows he assumes are greenery, after a fashion. His bearings are more difficult to acquire here.
So what, he wonders, do they do here? Do they eat? Sleep? Or just wait? The other people look like they've eaten and slept and bathed. That's promising. He looks askance: "I don't suppose the tutorial said anything about what we're doing here, either. I didn't listen to the whole thing."
But he didn't try to cut through the wall, either, and that's something.
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But the static in their Force bond still tells him nothing, even as he sends out a push of inquisitive concern. He wonders if this is what it was like for Obi-Wan the first time before he arrived before remembering--of course. Of course. In Obi-Wan's time, the bond had been severed years ago.
No point in woolgathering. Anakin brings his hands together again and notes absently that Jason and Harry are together, which seems strange. "Did you come the same way I did?" he asks after a moment. "Doorless windowless room, tutorial with the comlink? The last thing I remember before that is working on a car at the garage," he touches his metal hand to his head again, "though my head hurts, and I assume someone hit me. I guess we're prisoners in demand, huh?"
The cheer rings strange and hollow in the absence of anyone else they know. (In the absence of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin is aware--but he would take anyone else right now, too.) For only the second time, Anakin gives his surroundings a proper glance-over: the tessellated floor, the pillars, the spire and the tram, the ridge of what promises to be a miniaturized range of hills silhouetted against the sky. The buildings go on for quite a while--if you can call all of them buildings--but beyond them, he can see bare rock and shadows he assumes are greenery, after a fashion. His bearings are more difficult to acquire here.
So what, he wonders, do they do here? Do they eat? Sleep? Or just wait? The other people look like they've eaten and slept and bathed. That's promising. He looks askance: "I don't suppose the tutorial said anything about what we're doing here, either. I didn't listen to the whole thing."
But he didn't try to cut through the wall, either, and that's something.