In all honesty, this wasn't the worst situation Anakin had ever found himself in. Sure, it was maybe his fault; perhaps that shortcut was a bad idea after all. But it could be worse.

Still, it was quiet the predicament, being tied to you after you were both ambushed on the planet you were surveying. Maybe pirates. Maybe Separatists. Maybe something worse. He honestly thought your captors would just kill you and get it over and done with.

Instead the two of you were locked inside of a dingy sort of room. A flickering light above you with bare walls–the two of you back to back with a thick rope firmly around your torso, hands tied behind your backs too. No amount of squirming was loosening them. Although that clearly didn't stop you.

"Hey–careful!" Anakin protested, aiming to give you a jab in the back in retaliation. "Swear you're trying to give me rope burn or something with all your squirming..."