#priorities

[t65]

Who: Anakin Skywalker sandhate & Luke Skywalker crudematter
Broadcast: nah
Action: On the Paisley probably. ISKAULIT whoops.
When: The literal second the latest shuffle happened.

[Luke doesn't actually know where his father is. Most people would text them to figure it out. Luke sits down and closes his eyes. A few minutes later, he has... a feeling. A feeling's enough.]

[A little while later, he's managed to get his butt on the Paisley. He doesn't know what the ship's called, of course, but he can sense through the Force that this is where his father is. He finds his Father's quarters and gently knocks on the door.]

Father?

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[t65]

[Luke accepts the loan with barely-hidden reverence; it's the sort of thing he'd always imagined fathers and sons doing. Except repairing droids and speeders, not prosthetics, and helping each other, not loaning tools, but... he'll take what he can get.]

Thank you, Father. [He tucks it away carefully.] I... do have a question, though. Your arm, why didn't you ever put synthskin on it? Or did you not have access to any...? [Why would someone want it to look obviously robotic?]

[sandhate]

[ Weird kid.







Son of a hutt, this is his kid. Anakin sighs and his brow wrinkles slightly. ]

Because that would be pretending. I lost my arm in a duel against a Sith Lord. Having synthskin to pretend I didn't fail then would be like saying I didn't accept a lost for what it was, an opportunity to be better. And it's a cosmetic luxury. I know it'll never be my own arm, why pretend it could be.

[t65]

[Luke considers this with a faint smile. He loves his father's legacy, but this is something Luke can't hold himself to. He stares at his hand, covered quite clearly in synthskin.]

I just don't like scaring people. [He chuckles softly.] Or being asked the same question over and over. [How did you lose it?]

[He stands slowly, having guessed by their traded questions that the meeting is over. He doesn't want to crowd the man.] Thank you for seeing me, Father. [As though this were Luke's idea in the first place.]

[sandhate]

Maybe those people aren't worth it.

[ He holds up a hand, stopping Luke from going. He wants to ask that question, how he lost the hand that he obviously is self-conscious over but he hesitates in asking. Maybe he'll ask Leia; there's no way Luke's sister would lie about such a thing, even if she doesn't like him. ]

Luke, before you go, I think you should know you're not ...obligated to call me that.

[ He means father; because if it's uncomfortable to hear it, maybe Luke just feels obligated to say it. ]

[t65]

'Those people' are mostly children. [Luke says with obvious fondness. It isn't as though he was the only person with a missing limb in the Rebel Fleet, after all.]

Oh, I know, I... [This realization dawns on him for the first time, in slow motion and possibly technicolor.] Would you prefer I call you something else? [Look, here, he'll try to be accommodating,] ...Anakin? [Oh god that was so awkward it was like pulling teeth.]

[sandhate]

[ He stares at Luke for a moment, his mouth does a weird smile that's half way a pull to distaste and the other to sympathy. The ultimate "you tried" smile. ]

I think you could trust your instincts on that one. I'll leave it to you.

[ He relaxes from his rigid pose and curtly nods to Luke as a way of goodbye. That's as good as it's going to get for now. Anakin steps calmly out of the meditation room, his pace increasing as he goes.

Son of a hutt, fatherhood is dumb. ]