[for greyorder] the Force works in mysterious ways

[morally_cryptic]

Anakin has had plenty of time to come to understand that there are things to the Force he just doesn't understand and will never. It doesn't matter how much power he's held in it, how much of both the Light and the Dark that he's seen, or that he had just spent about thirty years living after death as some sort of energy ghost.

Emphasis on had.

One moment, he was floating the vast span of the Force's energy field, just keeping an eye on the family since actually trying to more directly intervene had proven itself to be an unsuccessful strategy.

The next moment he's lying on the floor, somewhere, groaning and aching.

And naked.

None of these things add up, Anakin thinks as he tries to sit up and take in his surroundings. The only good thing about feeling the heavy weight of his body surrounding him is at least it's not made mostly of metal. That's a plus.

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[morally_cryptic]

Anakin pauses a moment in the act of raising some food to his mouth to look curiously at Ben's legs. "I'd probably have picked something taller and skinner than a porg..."

Then he smirks up at his grandson and actually takes a bite. Which also gives him ample opportunity to not answer Ben's question right away as his expression goes pensive.

He works his way through a couple more bites before actually answering. "Not like," he waves a hand at himself, "this, no. I don't think so. There were some Jedi who'd managed to learn how to retain their consciousness after death instead of fading back into the Force." A few of which Ben ought to be aware of and of course there's a living example sitting in front of him.

"There was at least one who believed it possible to defeat death through the Force." Anakin smirks again but there's no humor in it this time, "funnily enough, he died."