[ There's a somewhat familiar object in Anakin's lap, or something trying to be an object. A lightsaber or most of one. It's what he'd been working on. ]

[ Luke was so much younger, younger than Anakin currently was, but still far older than the infant Anakin often imagined Luke to be. And the cut and unfamiliar uniform, added to the title drew him to assume there was no way this was the same Luke he'd met, nor one who knew who he was. It stung. The scar only added to it. ]

I am, although I do believe I haven't managed to wear the shine off the name yet. Come Luke, join me as you sought me out.