[Anakin doesn't bother waiting for a confirmation. Anything they're facing here, they're facing together. He's not about to rescind on that vow, no matter how much it seems this place would like it to be otherwise.
The hallway is starkly different from the floor they've just left behind. It isn't quite sterile, not in a hospital's sense anyway, but it's clear and empty. The air moves here, cold and much easier to take in. The scent of death up here is faint, and barely distinguishable, likely impossible if one hadn't taken in a lungful of it already.
It leaves him with a lingering sense of unease, but thankfully no urge to up-end his insides to top it all off.]
I guess whoever did this had to run out of fodder at some point.
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The hallway is starkly different from the floor they've just left behind. It isn't quite sterile, not in a hospital's sense anyway, but it's clear and empty. The air moves here, cold and much easier to take in. The scent of death up here is faint, and barely distinguishable, likely impossible if one hadn't taken in a lungful of it already.
It leaves him with a lingering sense of unease, but thankfully no urge to up-end his insides to top it all off.]
I guess whoever did this had to run out of fodder at some point.