[ The other man manages to get himself under control, though it's a visible mental struggle that Rex knows all too well. Though the clones as a rule are generally tempered along similar lines, he's got many brothers who need help from time to time, reigning themselves in. And they're soldiers, after all. Being able to control their emotions in high-pressure situations can mean the difference between life or death.
In politics, perhaps it's not quite. So acute.
Or perhaps it is and this is just a very particular kind of situation. Rex doesn't know. He hasn't been around long enough to start categorizing.
So he simply nods again, keeping his stance casual, unthreatening. ]
Yes.
[ Saved says Sarica. So, is that how Anakin sees it, too? Does the word still apply when you are so ridiculously late to the party that the whole building might as well have been on fire? He looks away from Sarica, gaze gliding sideways for a second before he catches himself and re-focuses.
He straightens up a fraction and says, voice steady: ]
I had his back as he's had mine, many times earlier.
[ Meaning, That's what we are to each other - nothing more and nothing less. Rex finally turns and takes a seat again. He picks up his blaster and goes back to cleaning it, though he doesn't give it even a fraction of his full attention. It's not for him, after all, to dismiss the other man. ]
[ I had his back as he's had mine, many times earlier. Says the no-name man. Who dismisses Sarica by sitting down and starting in on his weapon once more, bringing the notion of conflict and an outside war into the Capital, right at the heart of the nation. Haven't they got enough in their own wars? Hasn't Sarica got enough in this trembling rage that runs beneath his skin, making him flex his fingers into fists again and again at his sides. His features don't change much, but his body in on high alert. Everything in him wants to destroy and pull apart and put back together and have and keep.
He blinks. By the Mysteries, pull yourself together, man.
Relaxing his shoulders forcibly, Sarica looks the soldier over and decides that for Anakin's sake, he really is welcome here and can stay as long as he wants. But if there's any talk of taking Anakin with him, when he inevitably leaves? Oh, he will make Efith a space-faring planet, just for that. Just for that.
All of these thoughts passing over his face in relative silence, Sarica finally smiles with a huff of breath to it, almost a laugh and nods his head at the man and his weapon, strange things that will be familiar to Anakin when he gets here and for that, it has its place. He says, back to pleasant and back to relative calm, ]
For that, you have my thanks.
[ The words are softer than most of the rest, genuine. True. He nods towards the juice sitting next to him on the bench and tells him to have a drink, the heat will only get worse from here, before crossing over the courtyard to the front door, Juila waiting inside, throwing it open in expectation as he walks up to it.
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In politics, perhaps it's not quite. So acute.
Or perhaps it is and this is just a very particular kind of situation. Rex doesn't know. He hasn't been around long enough to start categorizing.
So he simply nods again, keeping his stance casual, unthreatening. ]
Yes.
[ Saved says Sarica. So, is that how Anakin sees it, too? Does the word still apply when you are so ridiculously late to the party that the whole building might as well have been on fire? He looks away from Sarica, gaze gliding sideways for a second before he catches himself and re-focuses.
He straightens up a fraction and says, voice steady: ]
I had his back as he's had mine, many times earlier.
[ Meaning, That's what we are to each other - nothing more and nothing less. Rex finally turns and takes a seat again. He picks up his blaster and goes back to cleaning it, though he doesn't give it even a fraction of his full attention. It's not for him, after all, to dismiss the other man. ]
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He blinks. By the Mysteries, pull yourself together, man.
Relaxing his shoulders forcibly, Sarica looks the soldier over and decides that for Anakin's sake, he really is welcome here and can stay as long as he wants. But if there's any talk of taking Anakin with him, when he inevitably leaves? Oh, he will make Efith a space-faring planet, just for that. Just for that.
All of these thoughts passing over his face in relative silence, Sarica finally smiles with a huff of breath to it, almost a laugh and nods his head at the man and his weapon, strange things that will be familiar to Anakin when he gets here and for that, it has its place. He says, back to pleasant and back to relative calm, ]
For that, you have my thanks.
[ The words are softer than most of the rest, genuine. True. He nods towards the juice sitting next to him on the bench and tells him to have a drink, the heat will only get worse from here, before crossing over the courtyard to the front door, Juila waiting inside, throwing it open in expectation as he walks up to it.
His servants have long, long ears. ]