By now, he was used to fending for himself. People usually tended to get good at such a thing after being forced to do so for years, even though the time didn't seem quite as long to him. Days, months, and years all blended together here. He was only aware of the fact that he was being hunted and of the Force.
The first was widely known. Jedi- from younglings to Masters- were an unwanted nuisance to the great Emperor. They could get in the way of his plans and the ways of the Sith. So now he was forced to hide from people he might have trusted in the past just in case they decided to turn him over to whatever battalion happened to be stationed in town.
The other was more than what marked him. It was what kept him sane. His connection to the Force was the only thing that remained constant in his life, though the power of that guiding presence was fading from the world every day. Sure, his sense of it was not nearly as strong as when he had lived in the Temple, but here he also lacked the daily guiding hands of the Masters he had thought of as parents for so long. Now he was relying on himself to keep that touch.
Still, life wasn't all bad. Because of the people hunting him, he had learned the arts of fighting with both blaster and lightsaber much faster than he had anticipated as well as gaining skill in camouflage. Couple what he had learned with the misty forest he had wandered into as of late, he had been fighting fewer and fewer battled. Those foolish Clones couldn't even find him in the fog.