[She's two women at once- or maybe three? Anakin can feel her, warm and present and alive. He sees her looking at him and knows who she is- but he also sees a woman with brown hair twisted and coiled around her skull like a crown. He sees a woman with tired eyes in a face creased by years of hard work and harder living. Anakin tries to remember that he's inside his own body right now. That he has feet and hands, that he's breathing and each rhythmic inhale buoys her like a ship on the ocean.
But Toko doesn't draw back or away. And Anakin, who keeps her here to satisfy some need he won't look at and refuses to name, who has half a thought that the moment his hands leave her she'll disappear into the dark- presses his face into her hair. Breathes her in.] We can't be sure of that. [Can't they? If he doesn't look. If she doesn't look-] I know you.
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But Toko doesn't draw back or away. And Anakin, who keeps her here to satisfy some need he won't look at and refuses to name, who has half a thought that the moment his hands leave her she'll disappear into the dark- presses his face into her hair. Breathes her in.] We can't be sure of that. [Can't they? If he doesn't look. If she doesn't look-] I know you.