Anakin is... Muted. Small.
But - large at the same time. Diffuse like she sometimes gets when she's battle meditating, though Elesse has at best brushed against that. A sense that she's still there, still alive, but... Also not.
She's scared, and the thundering echoes of her despair and self hatred from before her death nearly swamp that. She's numb, and also upset enough she feels like she's barely cohering. (Like maybe this is one last gasp before she truly joins the Force.)
Her emotions aren't as bad as they were, when she had a body, and she can actually think through them -
But they're still pretty unpleasant to be feeling.
She hadn't expected to have to deal with the fallout of this. She hadn't thought of how to tell Elesse, because that wouldn't be her problem anymore.
Except now it is.
(She's regretting killing herself, right now, except for how she's also kind of regretting it not working.)
'Elesse I'm sorry,' races along their bond, loud and clear and echoing, and she reaches back as well -