[ thirty years in his future? well, if people from other worlds and realities are present in this place, then why not his future? anakin has to sit on his proverbial hands to stop himself from asking about the war and if he succeeded in fulfilling that blasted prophecy he goes back and forth on whether he believed or not. this guy probably wouldn't know, anyway. ]
Ah, that would... explain it. I suppose.
[ awkward. he finds himself setting the plate aside and running his flesh hand through his hair. ]
I'm probably a relic, if I even managed to live that long.