[ not only can she picture him as a little boy, the start of a braid over his right ear, daring and quick as he scurried through the streets of coruscant at night, she can too easily imagine the older teenager hooded and swaggering down the same route. the more things change.
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padmé crouches to retrieve the kit when he lifts the rest, but she's watching anakin instead. this feels like a story. she doesn't take notice of the second smile threatening at her lips. ]
What did Obi-Wan have to say to a room full of scrap?