He smiled - sadly - but smiled nonetheless. "Can't fix everything about galaxy." He was always going to encounter people who were prejudiced against prosthetics. What was worse - the searing passion he used to express against injustice or the sad acceptance that he would always only have injustice?
"No," he agreed, stroking his thumb over Anakin's lower lip. "We can't even fix everything wrong in this room. But if our ultimate purpose is to make life as fair as we can, then we can start with the 9 square meters of this bed and the people in it."
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