“Why does the Force do anything?” Anakin started, seemingly cryptic, but finished with a shrug and moved onto irreverence. “It’s an amorphous asshole that defies reason and explanation. The fucker does what it wants... Sidious? He’s just been obsessed with me- us,” he gestured slightly between him and his twin. “Since he thought of my- sorry, again, our existences. If he’s behind it, it’s some elaborate scheme to destabilize the Jedi, bring about the Order’s downfall, and tempt us to the Dark Side.”

No big deal, just that.