[this, anakin thinks, would be padmé's arena — the politics, the bureaucrats, the talking. he's never had much patience for anything not involving direct action, even on his best days, but now? now, just having that thought makes having to stand here and endure that much worse, because every moment he has to waste here is one less that he spends saving her.
but the laugh coming from behind him pulls him from his thoughts.
he turns, slowly, regarding the woman who's joined him. while she has politician written all over her, in both demeanor and attire, her derision is obvious — and not unlike what's been running through his own mind.
there's no laugh coming from him in return, but something in his face does... lose some of its edge.]
They certainly are feeding us, [he says, with a lift of a brow, as he drops his arms back by his sides.] More than one thing.
[it's a joke — one that, once, might've been said with much more obvious levity, but a joke all the same.
one that dies, though, with a realization, one that fills him with dread.]
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but the laugh coming from behind him pulls him from his thoughts.
he turns, slowly, regarding the woman who's joined him. while she has politician written all over her, in both demeanor and attire, her derision is obvious — and not unlike what's been running through his own mind.
there's no laugh coming from him in return, but something in his face does... lose some of its edge.]
They certainly are feeding us, [he says, with a lift of a brow, as he drops his arms back by his sides.] More than one thing.
[it's a joke — one that, once, might've been said with much more obvious levity, but a joke all the same.
one that dies, though, with a realization, one that fills him with dread.]
You sound like you've been here for a long time.