[Oh, it's "familiar" alright. Oppressively so, to the point where it takes nearly all of his willpower not to burst out in constant complaint. The warmth he doesn't mind so much, but the landscape. Anakin does groan softly, regardless of how many screeds against the desert he's internalized up to this point, and shrugs, forgetting momentarily that the gesture's language is lost in the context of their conversation.
He pauses and gives a soft sigh.]
I'm not sure seeing it would make much difference. Everything out here looks the same.
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He pauses and gives a soft sigh.]
I'm not sure seeing it would make much difference. Everything out here looks the same.
[A desert is a desert is a desert.]