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[prophesiedone]

[Against all odds, Anakin is trying to keep himself calm and collected. He has had plenty to upset and anger him lately and, really, that isn't good for anyone. His power can damage a lot of things; he could even bring down buildings. So instead of letting his abilities run wild, he is meditating, his eyes closed tightly, his legs crossed and his mouth set in a stubborn line.]

...this never works.

[His eyes open, as blue as the sky, and he lets out a harsh breath.]

Anyone know any techniques? [Behind him, a metal pole begins to warp. He glances back and stretches out a hand, trying to undo the damage.] I guess I'm going to have to sleep outside tonight.

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[prophesiedone]

But I do.

{He comes nonetheless, slipping inside the window. He shrugs off his cloak and takes off his belt - and thus his lightsaber - setting them aside.]

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[castintofire]

{Maedhros has a pot of tea ready for them to share. He's dressed simply, comfortably, and his shoes are at the door beside his sword. Not precisely out of reach, but not within it enough to be a threat without effort.

He trusts Anakin and the bond between them. He smiles gently at the Man and pours them each a cup. It's easier to focus on others than his own...issues. He simply offers a cup to Anakin without a word, letting him pick the pace.}

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[prophesiedone]

[He tries to be empathetic; he tries to see the ills and problems of others, but it's like trying to hear and concentrate when someone is screaming in your ear. Maedhros is kind enough to not ask anything of him. Even so, Anakin looks over the Elf, searching for hints of illness or unease as he takes the cup.]

You alright?