Jason felt it as he was released. He took a moment to orient himself again and make sure Anakin wasn't about to attack before pulling up on his feet again.

"Maybe. Like I said, he and I are goin' slow." He was pretty sure he was right, though. Jason touched his neck and wondered if invisible hands would still leave a bruise. "I know it'd be easier to hate me," Jason continued. "Believe me, I hated someone just 'cause of the fuckin' uniform they were wearin'. But truth is you don't know shit about me."