Anakin really didn't know what to expect. Based on what he saw on the internet he wasn't sure he was going to like what he saw when Tahiri came to him. After death he really hadn't thought about anyone, he'd been so close to the pure light of the Force that all he could think about was that his mission was complete. Somewhere inside he knew even before Jacen had told him the outcome that he'd done his job. The Force would always guide him. It was strange to feel it now as a living thing rather then a presence as it had felt after death. He hadn't been afraid to die. He knew that was one of the risks as a Jedi Knight. He would do his job until his last breath, and that was exactly what he'd done.
There was ony one thing he was afraid of now, what Tahiri had become. He still remembered her as the bubbly overly talkative girl he'd met at the Academy. When he saw her talking on the internet he worried about what had happened as a result of his actions. Was this his doing? Had she become so broken because of his death?
Blue eyes looked up from his coffee toward the almost unrecognizable blond gir as she approached and joined him. She even felt different in the Force and he was afraid of that. "Tahiri." He wasn't sure wat to say for the first time, and she didn't look about to ramble his ear off. She was so much older now. He could only imagine everything that had happened. "I've missed you." He'd told her on the internet, but it was different in person. Harder then it should have been and he hated it.