He wanted kriffing answers. Anakin was furious, and his allies, the other Jedi Masters that took a form like himself, had advised him against it. Anakin shouldn't intervene, only watch. Only if he had to. He would do that much, but that didn't mean his rage was uncontained.
Anakin's form wasn't as fleshed out here. No- this place, it was weak in the force, the Force moved like a cesspool of oil, bubbling vapid and dark, swallowing and staining anything that went into it. All it did was help his anger. The Dark Side- and Anakin was trying not to dip into it. No. To them, it was as if nothing was wrong. No storm clouds. No one being pushed over. No possessions. Just a ghost. He was better than that, now.
A prison. He grumbled.
He kept himself hidden, ghostly form invisible as he passed through the walls and into the interior. It was a maze to him, with the combination of cells, between actual cells and bedrooms and a perverted form of living. Anakin shook his head, feeling his mane move and let his paws touch the cement.
He disturbed the stray hairs and the dust, at best.
He shuddered as some cat passed through his ghostly form- they stopped briefly, and turned around, but shrugged as they saw nothing.
He reached out into the Force- maybe he could track down Littlestar and observe her in whatever semblance of a hole she had crawled into here. Maybe she was cuddling chains. He wondered, briefly, if Littlestar's body had been burned at all in her death. He guessed, judging by the events now, she had not been.
Anakin felt all the more grateful that his suit had been burned, now.
He shook his head, lifting off his paws, and levitating off the ground, invisible form searching for Littlestar's shell, or where she had been cooked up in.
Part of him, deep down, so far down he recognized it as Vader, was impressed. Anakin thought that what Vader did to Ivan had been despicable, taking advantage of the disabled for their powers, but this? This was something Vader would have never thought of. The Emperor, might have toyed with the idea, but Vader would have never done it.
If Hawkclan didn't know before, they probably would now. He felt bad for them- their leader, one of the better ones (well, depending on who you asked- Anakin needed to remind himself that Littlestar was still a terrible person.) had been rebuilt, turned into a slave, rebuilt to serve her master, her Depur, to eat and kill for him, reduced to a few words and made to terminate- and she was grateful for it.
Remind you of anyone?
Anakin stopped. His paws resettled on the cement. He stared at the ground. He sucked in a breathe, a small pulse moving out from him- the only sign that someone was there, and levitated again, continuing on.
Littlestar is dead. You're searching for a dead person. Anakin thought of the situation he was in now- and wondered if he was wasting his time.