YOU WERE RIGHT [p, group]

[center][fancypost=border-width:0; width: 365px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]Luke sighed. "Sure. Whatever will work right now." He could've easily found the parts back in the desert, but it seemed everything was different here. Not much technology or tinkering. Memories of his old home attempted to take his concentration at the thought, but he quickly shook his head as if shaking them away. He glanced back up at his parents for a moment, then looked back and pulled at the piece that failed to spin, trying to figure what he needed to do to fix it. He had to fix it. A sudden feeling of anxiety pulled in his chest and his fictional brows furrowed. If he couldn't fix anything, he wasn't sure how long his father would have. No, he could do it. He took a deep breath and glanced at the wolf again before she would leave, "Wires, too. Uh, anything that could help if you can."

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Well, would you look at what the cat had drug in. The dark furred male stepped forward, gone for so long only to appear within the last moments of his father's life- so it seemed to him, at least. His pace was slow, calculating, eyes trained quietly on the larger male before he casts a lazy glance up at everyone else. He doesn't know what to say, to do. He's so numb by the fact that Vader - Anakin, according to his mother, is lying there, beaten and broken within his eyesight.

He almost feels humiliated by the fact that this is real life; his father struggling to keep himself on the line of life before some unruly delinquent cuts it. Perhaps that won't happen; perhaps he'll push through, he'll make it, and they can be whole for awhile.

Or he won't, and Almir would have to take his place.

The thought makes his eyes twitch, and the broken heterochromian gaze he has focuses on Vader entirely. He says nothing, but it's so easy to see he's thinking, struggling to get the grasp of reality even still.