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[t65]

[The video feed shows Luke in a bed, clearly in medical. He leans in, and, with a finger over his lips, hushes the camera.]

I don't think they want me talking to anyone. I think they want me to just... sit here. I, ha- what do you do when you're not supposed to... do anything? I mean, anything. They don't want me to- to work on anything, or fix anything. Or walk.

[Clearly this has nothing to do with the fact that he's already tried to sneak out of medical once already. He winces his way through a smile.]

Do you know anything about the big droids? I mean, the really big ones. They call themselves Cybercon-... Aut-... [He shakes his head, and then winces.] They call themselves a lot of things.

[He looks around, this time much more slowly.] But- shh, I don't think they want me talking to anyone.

[ooc For those of you brave souls who want to visit Luke when he's bored, concussed and with a few broken ribs, feel free.]

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[t65]

[Of all the lessons Luke's learned from Yoda, that one is possibly the most prescient. It certainly stuck the most, given the abominable cost. Luke's eyes grow wide with the realization, that this is what his father means.]

[Later, maybe, he'll think better of it. The last time he tried to change the future, everything was made worse by his attempt. But now, all he wants is his father, untainted by Vader's looming presence.]

I didn't say I didn't want it, I... I always wanted... [He's not sure how to finish that thought.] I meant I don't know you. I've been putting off learning, I don't... want to anymore. Put it off, I mean.

[Does that make sense? He's not sure any of it made any sense. He's suddenly very tired, but he can't sleep just yet.]

[ex_forcechoke292]

[Then why are you pushing away? It's the logical question that might go here were Luke's father anyone with a modicum of patience. Unfortunately, Anakin lacks that in spades, and the little he does possess is hanging by its last thread, taxed upon by loss upon loss and the weight of a lightsaber he shouldn't have hanging on his back.

Compounded, it's too much. He knows when he's being pushed, what a "no" looks like, even when it isn't one. Everything here hurts. Everything here is exactly as it shouldn't be. It's a failure to not push back, and he knows that too. But right now...

Right now, he lets it happen. He has regret enough. What's one more added to that growing list?]

Let me know when you figure that out. [It's clipped, harsh, and doesn't come with much softness in its understanding, because it isn't really understanding at all. It's as much of a concession as Anakin knows how to give, all bitterness and resignation. The second part, before he cuts the feed, however, slips closer.]

Get well.