A Musebox

Anakin's clothing - on top of being used - was made in a quick and dirty homespun style. Cheaply, with coarse fabric. Buying something new from a storefront was novel and not something Anakin had really thought about doing, even in his dreams of being free. He always saw himself in an open-air market, crowded with stalls and shops crammed into doorways. In his defense, it was really all he knew. "I'll stand still." He hated it, but he could, for a brief time.