[His decision is instantaneous, masked only by willpower alone— though he imagines Ahsoka will trace him through the Force regardless— Anakin's saber clipped to his belt beneath a dark overcoat, his own saber in hand as he rushes for the door, cutting a swift path for a consciousness he's already well marked and committed to memory.
Insurance. A wellspring of it he'd hoped he wouldn't need to use.
But then, desperate times. No one in the Nest would tolerate him wounding a child they've come to know, to care for. This way, if nothing else, he might weather the storm long enough to seize her mind.
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Insurance. A wellspring of it he'd hoped he wouldn't need to use.
But then, desperate times. No one in the Nest would tolerate him wounding a child they've come to know, to care for. This way, if nothing else, he might weather the storm long enough to seize her mind.
Or her sanity.]