Anakin's skin-and-bone hand immediately goes up; he pokes around at the spot with a growing expression of alarm, which manifests itself as a deeply furrowed brow and a dark cast to his features. "You're right," he says. "Lovely. It's--"
The pain cuts him off when he digs too deeply into his temple with his fingernails, and he winces and shuts his eyes for a moment. Then he goes back to exploring, trying to determine the shape and size of the object by poking around even more, which mostly yields more pain. He tries to feel around with the Force instead, but it's too difficult, too precise, and concentrating on it just worsens his headache.
After enough prodding he eventually just presses his hand to his forehead against the pain, and lets it drop, squinting at Jason.
"Have you got anything sharp?" he says. "And small? Much smaller than a lightsaber?"
A new priority has inserted itself before steal the ship: get rid of this mind control implant. He doesn't question that it is a mind control implant. Obviously it is a mind control implant.
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The pain cuts him off when he digs too deeply into his temple with his fingernails, and he winces and shuts his eyes for a moment. Then he goes back to exploring, trying to determine the shape and size of the object by poking around even more, which mostly yields more pain. He tries to feel around with the Force instead, but it's too difficult, too precise, and concentrating on it just worsens his headache.
After enough prodding he eventually just presses his hand to his forehead against the pain, and lets it drop, squinting at Jason.
"Have you got anything sharp?" he says. "And small? Much smaller than a lightsaber?"
A new priority has inserted itself before steal the ship: get rid of this mind control implant. He doesn't question that it is a mind control implant. Obviously it is a mind control implant.