[Moody and recalcitrant, he doesn't find that he wants to move. He's exhausted in one too many respects; coping has always been an ordeal when it comes to Anakin Skywalker. Especially when it comes to loss. It's never really mattered the kind.

Begrudgingly, he pushes himself up and follows Obi-Wan some distance away, the din of the makeshift party slowly fading behind them until it's more like a party at the end of a city block, rather than the apartment across the hall unfortunately leaving its door open all night. (Some senators always had less to hide, it seemed, than others.)]

I'm tired, Obi-Wan. [The declaration doesn't start out terribly unique, nor does it quite catch the question at first, but he crosses his arms and folds back into himself to continue, the habit of "confidently" arguing with the Council while not terribly confident in himself at all has never quite been broken, even with the change in scenery and lack of observation.] I'm tired of watching everyone I care about hurt over and over and over again, and I'm tired of it always being on us to fix. Even if...no, especially if it's not even our mess.

When is this enough? How much gross incompetence do we have to put up with until it's "too much"? At this rate, someone's going to die, and they won't be throwing parties then, will they?!