[Anakin shakes his hair out of his eyes, a keen reminder of exactly why he'd kept it the length it had been all those months ago when they'd first found themselves in this mess. There's a pitied glance downward, the only sign of respect he can give when there's seemingly no time for a funeral or rites, and he finally catches up.]
Close quarters with maybe one good exit? [He'd given the Tusken Raiders a better chance than that. He swallows back the memory, but lets the wince stay. Regret may not be any good here, but it's about all he can give, the memory it's attached to doesn't matter as much.] We're lucky there are discernable remains at all.
[They push on, the hallway ahead and the adjoining rooms looking much the same as the entrance to the floor. This had been an all-out massacre. And he's rethinking the idea that not knowing how this happened is better. After several more minutes of this, however, the air is so thick with decay that it's not just unpleasant, but choking. He glances around, trying to find another way out, when his eyes catch on the tiled ceiling. He nods upward to get Obi-Wan's attention without opening his mouth.
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Close quarters with maybe one good exit? [He'd given the Tusken Raiders a better chance than that. He swallows back the memory, but lets the wince stay. Regret may not be any good here, but it's about all he can give, the memory it's attached to doesn't matter as much.] We're lucky there are discernable remains at all.
[They push on, the hallway ahead and the adjoining rooms looking much the same as the entrance to the floor. This had been an all-out massacre. And he's rethinking the idea that not knowing how this happened is better. After several more minutes of this, however, the air is so thick with decay that it's not just unpleasant, but choking. He glances around, trying to find another way out, when his eyes catch on the tiled ceiling. He nods upward to get Obi-Wan's attention without opening his mouth.
Air vents?]