[It hits him like a slap in the face. Anakin staggers beneath it, retreats instinctively, as if his feet are looking for firmer ground- as if he's made a mistake.]
I don't understand
[Disbelief, confusion, a wringing of hands, the churning of water. The keenly watchful face of an eleven year old waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
We're in different times And you won't believe me. You'll try to stop me
no subject
I don't understand
[Disbelief, confusion, a wringing of hands, the churning of water. The keenly watchful face of an eleven year old waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
We're in different times
And you won't believe me. You'll try to stop me