It took almost three hours to transverse the ground to the cave. Some false turns, descents and ascents, careful squeezing his frame through cracks in stone. The entire time while he is still reaching out, it keeps that light touch, the rest of his presence drawing tightly against him, like armor.
Once he was finally there, he stopped, examed the bodies closely. Not all of them, but enough to get a feel for them, to have an idea of what they might have been, at least in terms of carnivores or not, and what weapons they had at their disposal. Finally, Anakin placed a hand against the outer door. It was not meant to be opened from the outside, true. But that didn't mean he couldn't, just that he shouldn't. And because of everything he had learned (hard-won and bloody), he did not.
Instead, he waited. Which didn't mean he was still - he didn't know how to be still - but rather than the storm of his youth, the movement was like a river, an ocean. Which might appear still and calm but it was constantly moving.
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Once he was finally there, he stopped, examed the bodies closely. Not all of them, but enough to get a feel for them, to have an idea of what they might have been, at least in terms of carnivores or not, and what weapons they had at their disposal. Finally, Anakin placed a hand against the outer door. It was not meant to be opened from the outside, true. But that didn't mean he couldn't, just that he shouldn't. And because of everything he had learned (hard-won and bloody), he did not.
Instead, he waited. Which didn't mean he was still - he didn't know how to be still - but rather than the storm of his youth, the movement was like a river, an ocean. Which might appear still and calm but it was constantly moving.