☇lie of peace. open
The arrows were relentless, chasing him down like dogs would a tasty bone - why on earth did they appear to keep chasing him and not others? Did the arrows - or rather, whoever was firing them - actually know who had already been hit and thus was only targeting folk who had yet to ‘participate’ in this treatment? There had to be thousands of people here, how on earth was that possible??
No matter, he had no time to worry about it. He had to find Ib, ensure her safety. This place was huge, though: would he find her in time? Then again, with ‘two’ of him here, maybe the other, younger, him was already with her and ensuring her safety. He’d like to hope that, but still. It was probably better he found her even if the young him was doing a good job of keeping her safe: that way, he could try to help both Ib and his younger self! It would be awful if…erm…’himself’ suffered. Okay, that sounded so strange in his head.
Shaking thoughts away, it seemed he wasn’t the only one being pestered by arrows - an unfamilar man further up the hallway was valiantly fighting them off with some kind of…glowing sword? It looked awfully dangerous, so Garry thought it was best not to get too close. Besides, he might just distract the other anyway. Therefore, he looked at the ground and made his way past the other as quietly and politely as he could. Best not to be a nusicance.
However, the tell-tale whistling sound of an arrow being shot made him jump - but the stranger was even faster, the glowing sword making very swift work of the arrow, which now lay snapped on the floor. Oh! The stranger had helped him: he wouldn’t have been able to dodge that one in time had the other not reacted, thanks to how narrow this hallway was with two people in it.
Despite his shyness, since this fellow had saved him…it was the polite thing to do to thank him, right? “Why, I owe you a grave thanks, sir. Thank you - for both assisting me and the advice. I’ll try to be more careful. Those doctors don’t seem to be g-giving up easily on firing those arrows, though. Please be careful not to tire yourself out, sir, okay?”
Perhaps it was none of his business but he couldn’t help offering a little cautionary advice to someone who had helped him like this.
Anakin was the Chosen One.
Deflecting a few arrows was a ridiculously simple task, even without him being able to use the Force. It had been strange, not being able to foresee actions, almost like walking in the dark... but he had been trained well by many powerful, magnificent Jedi, and as much as the young Sith Lord had learned to hate them all, he couldn't deny that their teachings had been most useful.
Nevertheless, his most recent master was a different story altogether...
There was still so much for him to figure out-- why was he there? Had Darth Sidious sent him there for the sake of a mission? No, surely that was overanalyzing things... and yet, Anakin did not quite know how his master operated. Sidious had only shown the younger man his true nature rather recently, so there was still very much to adjust to.
And.. underneath all of that unease, Anakin could not help but think of Master Obi-Wan. With such thoughts came feelings of rage and perhaps even terror, especially thanks to the first operation that had occurred at the hospital -- but at the same time, he felt a sense of painful longing. After all, Obi-Wan had been like a brother to him. There was no denying that.
Those doctors don’t seem to be g-giving up easily on firing those arrows, though. Please be careful not to tire yourself out, sir, okay?”
"I'm not even breaking a sweat. Don't worry, I've got things under control.."
Anakin spoke with an almost empty tone. He had things under control--- what a joke. That was as farthest from the truth as he could've gotten.
