I dont know who the girl is here... I like to imagine it is a girl he met on a planet when he was younger. and on leave..
She was rarely ever afraid and in the scheme of things it seemed odd that she was never fearful, never afraid in the midst of battle, or in captivity, but when she saw the scars upon Anakin her breath caught in her throat and her eyes looked quickly away.
It wasn't like he was ever really ashamed of them, no, that was not it- if he did he would never have taken his shirt off when he went into the river to swim, or when he was going to wash or when it was a hot night and she was sleeping next to him- he moved with just as ease with his shirt off as when he had it on.
Yet there was something them which didn't invite conversation or explanation. She figured that the experiences attached to them seemed too deeply engraved in him for that, and yet she couldn't help but wonder where each one came from. There were long thin ones that she didn't recognise- too shallow for a light sabre or a knife, there were others that were round and looked like they came from blasters, others looked like burns, there was another, a tattoo of some kind, that was a long string of letters and numbers, TS1268943.
She liked to imagine that they were a map, she never knew to where, but a map nonetheless. The long thin ones would be roads while the small shiny ones would perhaps be a small settlement but she always found that the analogy seemed incapable of portraying either the mystery or the obvious pain which must have come from them.
When he first caught her looking he had smirked and then said that it was wrong to stare; she quickly diverted her eyes like she normally did, he smiled and reached for a shirt nearby and walked away. Her eyes followed him as he went.
The second time he caught her looking, she had smirked and tracing with her long finger a long thin scar which halted just above the heart and asked what the story was behind this one. He smiled and with his eyes searching quizzically into hers said said that this one was when someone, he didn't mention who, had tried to stab him through the heart. She had replied that she was glad the person had never succeeded and he agreed.
The next time she was in the river with him and had traced with her long finger the tattoo of the series of letters and numbers, TS1268943, and asked where he got it from. He smiled and then drew quiet. For a while she didn't think he would answer and then softly and quietly, he said it was when he had been a slave and then asked why she wanted to know. She replied that she was trying to understand him but both knew it wasn't really an answer. His eyes glazed over, like they were seeing that distant planet with so many memories attached. Then, coming out of the trance-like state, he said it wasn't he fault. After that he had splashed her with water and plunged into the river. She didn't ask about his scars anymore that day.
When she slept with him at night with her head propped against his chest she would hear his beating his heart and would cast her eyes over his scars which shone pale in the moonlight. Though he was at rest and his too-old eyes were closed, he could never assume complete innocence as the scars told too much of a story that was dashed with pain and fear. In the morning she would look into his eyes and his too- old eyes would look kindly down at her, a smile would play with the corners of his mouth and puling her closer towards him and he kissed her on her forehead.
The last time she had seen him, he had another scar. When she has asked where it was from he laughed and said it was when he was climbing through a window when drunk. She had smiled at that and had replied that she didn't think Jedi were supposed to get drunk and he had smirked and had said that it didn't stop them from being it. He then kissed her on her head and had walked away and she stood there watching the retreating figure.