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Anakin endured the proddings of the medical droids and the healers, impatience stirring as the examination dragged on. Lightsaber wounds didn’t get infected, so he didn’t see why they couldn’t just fit him for the prosthesis and move on. But, the healers insisted, having his arm cut off was still physical trauma, and needed to be treated as such.
But Anakin was restless, and longed to reunite with Padmé, to learn how they would face the future together. And what need had he for an arm as long as she was holding him? She had arms enough for them both.