[He doesn't feel any lingering connection between this menagerie collection of posthumous objects and the people who left them behind. He isn't sure how much better that makes any of this feel, like Rey is somehow on a list to be used and later discarded, but it certainly makes focusing easier. The grief is present, but distant, pushed away willingly lest they get stuck here.
It gets easier out of the room, just like being stuck on that space station out of the Alter-Ingress when he'd recovered a far-too-similar "trophy." It's unsettling. It won't ever be anything else.
But they're getting out of here.
Anakin backtracks in the direction of where he'd found Rey, and from there backtracks to how he'd sneaked in originally. It's smooth sailing, corridors empty and poorly watched. Except when he gets to the main door. Here, he stops short.]
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It gets easier out of the room, just like being stuck on that space station out of the Alter-Ingress when he'd recovered a far-too-similar "trophy." It's unsettling. It won't ever be anything else.
But they're getting out of here.
Anakin backtracks in the direction of where he'd found Rey, and from there backtracks to how he'd sneaked in originally. It's smooth sailing, corridors empty and poorly watched. Except when he gets to the main door. Here, he stops short.]
...How well can you use that?
[The lightsaber.]