Twilight falls on the tops of the temples of Coruscant. In the silence of the training hall, the lightsabers ring out in unison. Obi-Wan moves with precision and restraint, while Anakin moves with the speed of the wind before a storm. They don’t speak, only cross-strikes, subtle smiles, and occasional glances filled with respect. Finally, the lightsabers are extinguished You're starting to smile Skywalker says, sheathing his lightsaber
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