[ Luke wanted to scream in frustration; he could practically feel the disappointment his father had in his training, and he was sorely tempted to remind him that he absolutely wiping the Death Star floor with his rear end. But that had been out of anger, just like his feelings now, and he let out a soft breath, letting the Force take the emotion out with it. He knew his training was a rushed thing, and most of it he had to learn on his own, but he also knew he was more competent than this place and his changed blood was allowing him to be. ]
[ But there was something he was better at now, thanks to this place. ]
[ He took a deep breath, drawing on the Force and what he could understand of his new strength, and pouring it into his voice. When next he spoke, his words practically echoed in the Force, powerful enough that the people lingering around stopped and stared like they needed to follow a command that did not apply to them. ]
Anakin is the worst dad. Meanwhile, water is wet.
[ But there was something he was better at now, thanks to this place. ]
[ He took a deep breath, drawing on the Force and what he could understand of his new strength, and pouring it into his voice. When next he spoke, his words practically echoed in the Force, powerful enough that the people lingering around stopped and stared like they needed to follow a command that did not apply to them. ]
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