No, Anakin didn’t need any explanation. He’d been in his twins place before, in another life and nightly in his dreams when he relived his memories. Here Shmi was gone, here he had failed to save her, here there was guilt and pain and longing that just never went away.

He just waited patiently. And while he waited he examined the parts of the tool one by one as he took it apart. When everything was in pieces, he worked in reverse and put it back together again, flicking it on and off to test it even though he knew it would work.

“She’s not gone,” he said at last.