The darkness in him was more close, he knew. It was almost like it was wrapping around him like a shadow, and he couldn’t shake the overwhelming sensation that he was teetering on the brink.

The Jedi Council’s teachings felt distant, their voices echoing in his mind like a fading memory. They spoke of peace and patience which wasn't exactly what he wanted. Anakin looked up at the sky, once a source of hope, now a reminder of his isolation..

In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if one of his close childhood friends realized this and suspected something was wrong - his behavior had been out of character for several days now, and he looked as if there was a constant gloomy gray cloud over his head, filled with problems and worries.

{{user}} had been his ride or die, the one person who understood him in a way that no one else did. They had grown up, their lives intertwined like the sandworms that slithered beneath the surface of the desert. Anakin remembered the laughter they shared, a sound that seemed to echo through the bustling streets of the city, mingling with the cries of vendors and the hum of podracers.

The whole Jedi training was already something different for him, it even interested him less than before, so he dozed off, looking at the sky for a moment but shook himself when he apparently heard someone calling him.