[Well, that's one more for CERES continuing to have the worst timing in the universe. His instincts are screaming in two different directions: one, to pull her out of that alcove and away from this, no answers. The second, and the one he knows he's sure to regret as he does so, is to duck into it with her.

They don't have time for this. Well and truly. But...when most of their time alone has been so scrapped together in-between battles and dogfights of physical and philosophical natures both, it's really not all that different from home, is it?]

Yes, it's really me. No, this is mostly not real. Yes, I'm fine, and yes, you do, in fact, still look great in that dress. Anything else?

[ANAKIN, PLEASE. Levity, it seems, is not a quality he brought with him today. He does notice that look: the surprise, the shock, the...hurt? (And oh, if he ever finds whoever gave her that, they're likely to be the only ones walking out of this simulation.) But he attributes it, easily, to the overwhelming information presented upon arrival, when it's still too early to discern truth from an assumed apocalyptic future.

If he hadn't already been angry with CERES, he sure is now. No matter how much he'd secretly hoped for this.]