[If he were younger Anakin would have struggled to understand it. Every slave on Tatooine had wanted to leave- had felt both the instinctive desire for freedom and the bone-deep need to flee a place that's been nothing but pain and cruelty. How many times had he dreamed of leaving?
But then, he had. It was his mother, and countless other slaves that had been unable to escape. That had been unwilling or unable to leave behind the only life they knew, their sometimes separated families and the small friendships that had kept them alive all this time. Anakin's gaze moves off, cast out in the direction of the town center without really looking at anything; his plate, long empty, remains in his lowered hands as if forgotten.]
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But then, he had. It was his mother, and countless other slaves that had been unable to escape. That had been unwilling or unable to leave behind the only life they knew, their sometimes separated families and the small friendships that had kept them alive all this time. Anakin's gaze moves off, cast out in the direction of the town center without really looking at anything; his plate, long empty, remains in his lowered hands as if forgotten.]
Maybe it's a test.