Anakin listens to all of this, trying his best to process all of this new information. From the way this man has been told, he has not been dead for that long. Which fits the time frame that he personally remembers. The fact that they're trying to restore him to his full health seems rather generous...and unusually charitable. To be honest...he does feel a bit better than he had before that fateful day before. "I am...grateful for what your companion has done regarding my health. Convey to him my gratitude."

But then there's this...competition that he's talking about. And the name of his...group? Race? They seem to think that they're above most creatures, at least in terms of mortality. He can't help but wonder just how long-lived these beings are to consider themselves 'immortals'. Though when this man explains what he represents....

It both answers why he was chosen, and puts him on alert. "A competition of ideas does seem to be rather peaceful. And while I've never encountered a world or, in this case, an potential place of existence sentient enough to summon people in such manner...I may be interested in such a competition, provided that innocent lives are not needlessly at risk, of course.

"However...you'll forgive me if I do not seem to fully trust someone who claims to be of order and stability. The last person to claim that...was the last Emperor that I had served under."