[Upon hearing Luke's voice, Anakin doesn't even think twice. Doesn't stop to consider. Doesn't pause to plan. There's no time. He follows the echo down the corridor, rounding the corner so quickly, he nearly skids into the wall. Smooth.]
Luke!
[As it happens, Anakin isn't armed either. Having heard enough stories and been through one of those decontamination sessions already, it's not something he was willing to risk. The loss of a uniform? Fine. Taking away his lightsaber? Not something bound to end well.
He rushes in anyway, force shoving at the milling "prisoners" who aren't attached to Luke at present, but there's more resistance than he expects in something usually so easily done, he barely thinks about it.
This just gets better.
He reaches out for Luke's hand instead, which is the next best option with this horde that just...doesn't stop pushing forward.]
damn it luke
Luke!
[As it happens, Anakin isn't armed either. Having heard enough stories and been through one of those decontamination sessions already, it's not something he was willing to risk. The loss of a uniform? Fine. Taking away his lightsaber? Not something bound to end well.
He rushes in anyway, force shoving at the milling "prisoners" who aren't attached to Luke at present, but there's more resistance than he expects in something usually so easily done, he barely thinks about it.
This just gets better.
He reaches out for Luke's hand instead, which is the next best option with this horde that just...doesn't stop pushing forward.]