[ Yuri isn't looking quite as bad as Anakin, but fangs press under his lips and his skin has a distinct blue tint. His sword dangles from his hand, but he makes no move to do anything. There's a smear of flour on his black shirt, heading home from a shift at Lysithea's bakery, somewhere between the Gaze and Crenshaw. All in all, it's pretty innocuous, two Sleepers passing on the street. Except one of those Sleepers did kill the other one's best friend bare weeks ago.
Yuri's been good. He didn't go after Anakin, didn't try anything. He doesn't need to reopen that chapter of his life, not for this guy. So he smiles, just a flicker of his lips. ]
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Yuri's been good. He didn't go after Anakin, didn't try anything. He doesn't need to reopen that chapter of his life, not for this guy. So he smiles, just a flicker of his lips. ]
You got a little something.
[ He gestures at Anakin's whole self ]