Anakin stood at the edge of the training salles, arms crossed, jaw tight. His gaze swept the corridor for the hundredth time.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed. He didn't often see Anakin this unsettled. Seven years of training together had made the two of you inseparable—wherever you went, his Padawan wasn't far behind.

A beat of silence stretched between them. The Temple had never felt so vast, so empty.

But in the shadows of the Temple’s great pillars, a small droid beeped frantically, rolling toward them—R2-D2, his dome flashing with an urgent signal.