Anakin's emotions were always overwhelming to some degree. It was one of the reasons that Obi-Wan sought so vociferously to help him control them. Maybe it wasn't the right approach, but with the training and experience Obi-Wan had, it was the only solution that made any sense. Jedi didn't work through their feelings; they suppressed them.
Still, at the onslaught - which was unusually controlled, underneath it all - he couldn't help sucking in a breath. When it ended, he opened his eyes, looking up at the familiar stranger standing over him.
His request made the Jedi raise his eyebrows.
"I'm not sure we have much onboard that would be to your... tastes," he admitted, his gaze sweeping over the ensemble Anakin was currently wearing. "But we'll be at spaceport early tomorrow morning." He got to his feet in one seamless motion. "You'll need credits, of course, but at least we can help you with that." A beat. "That seems like a trifle of a discussion, though. What are you going to do here? Once you've got your credits at the spaceport, do you even want to get back on this ship? We're at war. We're not going anywhere... fun."
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Still, at the onslaught - which was unusually controlled, underneath it all - he couldn't help sucking in a breath. When it ended, he opened his eyes, looking up at the familiar stranger standing over him.
His request made the Jedi raise his eyebrows.
"I'm not sure we have much onboard that would be to your... tastes," he admitted, his gaze sweeping over the ensemble Anakin was currently wearing. "But we'll be at spaceport early tomorrow morning." He got to his feet in one seamless motion. "You'll need credits, of course, but at least we can help you with that." A beat. "That seems like a trifle of a discussion, though. What are you going to do here? Once you've got your credits at the spaceport, do you even want to get back on this ship? We're at war. We're not going anywhere... fun."