[ she's making the rounds here, anakin, and that (unfortunately for you?) includes your dark and dreary butt. ]
Mr. Skywalker! [ she sounds quite rushed and fluttery, and though she is soaked to the bone, there is enough color on her face to suggest she's warm enough.
or adrenaline has yet to release its hold on her. ]
Alive. For the moment. [ his answer in turn is hollow. like taking ill suddenly. yet physically, he's fine. drenched. chilled to the bone. tired, yet physically well.
what cannot be seen is what laid him low. ]
What about you? [ his eyes flick up to find her image. ] The ones you're with?
I'm fine, [ comes her answer, perhaps too quickly to be entirely genuine. her brow furrows considerably. anakin had never been a very emotive person in the first place, but even still, olivia can sense something a little off. ]
[ he hesitates. the frailty of the force is not something to be openly discussed. to admit that a jedi's ally has grown so brittle…
it isn't new. they have all felt the dimming. ] The Force is very weak.
[ to anakin, it feels like the loss of his arm yet again. the shape of it is left, like a black hole, an absence perceived by its effects on what remains. ]
[ she does not know what it means, but she can only assume, from what's happening with everyone else, that it is the source of his magic. sympathy folds the expression on her face, but it is a moment before she responds. ]
Try not to strain yourself, please. If you need help — you can always call me. For anything.
I think we're all tired, [ she responds in kind, a quiet, patient tone belying the dark circles around her eyes. the fact that she is answering as directly as he is. ]
Just because a woman happens to be involved in this doesn't mean I fancy her. I contacted you because you proved with a simple refusal that you and I are not so different from one another.
Page 1 of 7