Anakin would trade his interesting life story for his arm back in a heartbeat. Two years out from the crash, he was only just now getting back into old hobbies because it had taken him this long to work up the skills again with his left hand and gain some minor mobility with the prosthetic.

"A bunch of us don't want them either. I'd rather not see the things I've seen. And yet..." He sighed a bit.

The next thing he said was a lot quieter than before. "Some of us skip these meetings and deal with this stuff without the Bureau."