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Ver.2
Two rebel fighters lean against the railing, staring down at a man sitting quietly on a bench, bathed in the fading golden light.
REBEL 1 .
Hey… Who’s that guy?
REBEL 2
Who? Sitting down there?
REBEL 1
Yeah. Haven’t seen him before. Is he new?
REBEL 2
New? No, man. That’s Anakin Skywalker.
REBEL 1
Wait—what?! You mean the Anakin Skywalker?
REBEL 2
Yep. The one and only.
REBEL 1
No, no, come on. That can’t be. I mean… he can’t be. He’s—was—V—
REBEL 2
Don’t say it. We don’t say that name anymore.
REBEL 1
Okay, but seriously—when did he join us?
REBEL 2
Several months ago. Obi-Wan Kenobi brought him in.
REBEL 1
Kenobi? You mean Ben Kenobi?
REBEL 2
That’s him. The former Jedi.
REBEL 1
They say he’s been healing him.
REBEL 2
Yeah, well… not just physically. That guy came in a wreck. No limbs, face torn up, body barely holding together.
REBEL 1
Stars… What kind of healing even does that?
REBEL 2
Force stuff. You know. Mysterious Jedi nonsense. One day he was screaming in a coma. Next week, he’s walking. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful, even.
REBEL 1
He does look peaceful. Like… settled. Not like someone who used to strangle people with his mind.
REBEL 2
Exactly. Now he just sits out here. Helps the engineers. Mumbles thank-yous to the droids. And waits.
REBEL 1
Waits for what?
REBEL 2
Kenobi, probably. He’s on a mission. Should be back any time now.
REBEL 1
Kenobi… funny guy.
REBEL 2
Funny?
REBEL 1
Yeah, I mean… nobody really knows what he’s doing, right?
REBEL 2
I do.
REBEL 1
Here we go.
REBEL 2
They’ve got a little room, back wing of the temple—quiet, out of the way. Just the two of them. They keep to themselves.
REBEL 1
Quiet and easy, huh?
REBEL 2
You said it.
REBEL 1
Wait… Are you saying they’re—?
REBEL 2
Only the Force knows, man.
REBEL 1
You definitely know. You know everything.
REBEL 2
Which is why you keep me around.
REBEL 1
You’re the worst.
REBEL 2
And yet, here I stand.
They both glance back down. Anakin sits with his fingers loosely clasped, head tilted, a faint smile on his face like he’s remembering something warm.
REBEL 1
He looks so… normal. Like someone who’d help you carry water or stop to pet a tooka.
REBEL 2
You should’ve seen him when Kenobi first brought him in. Didn’t even look human. Looked like he’d lost a war inside himself.
REBEL 1
And now?
REBEL 2
Now he helps with supply logs. He even made soup last week.
REBEL 1
Soup?!
REBEL 2
I’m telling you. The man stirs broth now. The galaxy is wild.
REBEL 1
What’s next? Kenobi braiding his hair?
REBEL 2
Wouldn’t be surprised. I heard he hums while reading. Hums, man.
REBEL 1
You think he knows we’re talking about him?
REBEL 2
Of course he does. Jedi ears.
REBEL 1
Well, if I disappear tomorrow, you tell Command it was Force-retribution.
REBEL 2
I’ll send flowers to your bunk.
They chuckle. Down in the courtyard, Anakin glances up, not at them, but toward the far corridor entrance. His expression shifts subtly—calm to alert, then softens even more. He stands slowly, almost like he knows who’s coming.
REBEL 1
Uh oh. He’s moving.
REBEL 2
Yup. That’s the Kenobi sense kicking in.
REBEL 1
You think they’re—like, really—together?
REBEL 2
Listen. The guy crawled out of death and darkness and came back for him. That’s not casual.
REBEL 1
Damn.
REBEL 2
Yeah. Damn.