"Ya, I knew him before actually."

Now that they were outside, Anakin shoved his left hand into a glove, an hat on his head and then his hands into his pockets. His right hand didn't feel the cold, but it was more of a balance thing. He hated the cold, he was born and raised in the heat of Arizona, anything below fifty degrees was awful. He was having a hard time with this first winter.

"We play chess in the park." And there was more. "He's also in my memory."