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Ferus was so different from Anakin, Obi-Wan thought. Anakin would have smiled at him as soon as he entered. It’s about time, he would have said. Or maybe, I hope you brought my lunch. He felt an intense need to find his own Padawan.

"You’re different because you didn’t grow up in that Temple. You know how power works because you were ground down beneath it. You know how the powerless have only their dignity to comfort them, and how, some days, that is not enough. Not nearly enough."

Tic had put into words what he had been feeling. No one had ever done that before. Not even Obi-Wan. Sometimes the Force made him feel…lonely.

Anakin’s heart swelled. Of course it would be him. He was the Chosen One, the one with the greatest skills, the greatest Force connection.

Although he was irritated with Anakin for heading straight to the Podraces, he was always glad to see how Anakin’s generosity endeared him to others. Strangers became friends quickly for his Padawan.

His Master could always find an opportunity for a lesson, even while waiting to land in a crowded spacelane.

Obi-Wan heard pounding feet behind him. Anakin ran up and stopped. "Master—" "It’s all right. He’s gone." Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber. "It’s over." "I was caught in an energy trap." "You got out by yourself. That’s good. Come, Padawan."

You never tell me what you’re thinking. Why hadn’t he answered his Padawan? Instead, he had corrected him. Obi-Wan’s mind churned, and his heart felt heavy. He did not know why he had deflected Anakin’s feelings, but he knew he had been deeply unfair to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan turned to Anakin with such confidence, such assurance, that Anakin felt he would never forget this moment. Trust lay between them, unbreakable. "Anakin?" "I will do it, Master."

Anakin found it difficult to keep his face neutral as excitement surged through him. He knew what was coming. He was going to be allowed to undertake the trials! He was ready. He was more than ready.

Anakin wanted to take away the remote look on his Master’s face. He didn’t want Obi-Wan to care so much about what happened to Ferus.

Once, Anakin and Obi-Wan had taken a few weeks to travel through the grasslands of the planet Belazura, strictly for pleasure. Obi-Wan considered the planet to be among the most beautiful in the galaxy, and he wanted to show it to Anakin.

Darra and Tru slipped through the crevice easily. Siri, Soara and Obi-Wan followed—Obi-Wan with a bit more difficulty.

What did he know about leaps in intuition, dreams, risks, compulsions, knowing a step could mean disaster but taking it anyway? What did he know, Anakin thought bitterly, about guilt?

He felt the Force around him and in him. In moments like this, Anakin felt capable of anything. The Force was like a gifted companion, a far-seeing guide, a power that gave his muscles strength and his mind and heart vision and will. He felt at the center of the moving Force.

Ferus was questioning every detail of what he had learned as though he were a Jedi Master and Anakin was his Padawan.

Anakin looked down, struggling to accept the order. "As you wish, Master."

"It’s just that I fear for Gillam. He thinks he is an adult. He is only sixteen." He glanced at the datascreen and his gaze softened. "I know what that is like," Obi-Wan said, thinking of Anakin.

Anakin was sixteen years old. Impatience was wired into his being. Despite Anakin’s strong Force connection, it would most likely take years before he developed true inner balance. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was supposed to have it already.

Obi-Wan suddenly pounded against the ship’s wall with his lightsaber hilt as they bounced down the mountain, swept along by the lava flow. Anakin had never seen his Master give way to his anger before.