[There has been a visible, even palpable relief since they crawled through the tunnels and ended up in the hub proper. There may not be much natural life here--it seems the whole planet is missing that--but what life remains is so much more easily felt. The Force surging back is almost too strong, tingling in places not unlike a limb waking back up and feeling numb in the resulting blood rush. After so long missing it, Anakin's spent the majority of exploring that first floor doing little more than reacclimating to the sensory overload.
He remarks on it as little as his friend does, and perhaps there's still some awkward sheepishness left over from the sting of their brutal argument, but he doesn't need to be told about the similar relief he senses from the other man, likely as little as Obi-Wan needs to be told in turn.
Anakin starts to take the lead as they approach the second floor, until he halts at the first door they see and he feels the sudden, intense urge to vomit. The Force is both a blessing and a curse, he's always been told as much, but he never thought he'd get to a point of willing it away, knowing painfully too well what that silence feels like. He takes a deep breath and immediately regrets that too.
There's no need to be as well-acquainted with war as he has been in his 22--no...it's 23--years to understand what lingers in the air. Lanteeb is the most painful reminder, the most present and visceral, as they'd hidden from the Separatists among bodies too numerous to count. Not even the Temple, as awfully ruined as they'd witnessed it, compared to this.
He coughs, and turns back with a nauseated wince. There isn't much choice but to go forward, not unless they want to stick to the deserted first level for another eternity.]
Please tell me we're not going to get used to this.
Floor Two, because why the fuck not.
He remarks on it as little as his friend does, and perhaps there's still some awkward sheepishness left over from the sting of their brutal argument, but he doesn't need to be told about the similar relief he senses from the other man, likely as little as Obi-Wan needs to be told in turn.
Anakin starts to take the lead as they approach the second floor, until he halts at the first door they see and he feels the sudden, intense urge to vomit. The Force is both a blessing and a curse, he's always been told as much, but he never thought he'd get to a point of willing it away, knowing painfully too well what that silence feels like. He takes a deep breath and immediately regrets that too.
There's no need to be as well-acquainted with war as he has been in his 22--no...it's 23--years to understand what lingers in the air. Lanteeb is the most painful reminder, the most present and visceral, as they'd hidden from the Separatists among bodies too numerous to count. Not even the Temple, as awfully ruined as they'd witnessed it, compared to this.
He coughs, and turns back with a nauseated wince. There isn't much choice but to go forward, not unless they want to stick to the deserted first level for another eternity.]
Please tell me we're not going to get used to this.