This was not the worst place that he had ever been, but there were a very precious few that he had found to be even worse. In the end, he was still unsure if he should even be ranking worlds in orders of preference at all. It was forming attachments and Anakin was never very good at preventing them. It had to be true. Otherwise, he would not long for home as much as he found that he did.

Not that longing for anything would do him any good right now. Not when he had all he needed on hand to survive: a night stick and a clear mind. The rest he could figure out later.