[He feels his breath held high in his throat in that instant, rushing back in as the thrill of perceived victory finds him - bleeds into his senses from the man at his side as much as it ebbs at the uneasy pull of their surroundings. For him, the sensation of conflicting emotion is as natural as breathing; he turns only partially in his seat, masked attention drifting between the woman at his back and the pilot at his side.
Anakin will sense it, of this, he is certain.
And it means the matter of diplomacy, he leaves to the man more suited to it - already returning to the soft glow of the display before him: there are systems to check, connections to secure, if the Force's heavy draw is a promise of more to come.
gasp
Anakin will sense it, of this, he is certain.
And it means the matter of diplomacy, he leaves to the man more suited to it - already returning to the soft glow of the display before him: there are systems to check, connections to secure, if the Force's heavy draw is a promise of more to come.
If his symbiotic premonition is just as much.]