Anakin's POV

"Obi-Wan, I can't train her, " I huffed, crossing my arms.

Obi-Wan stood up and met me with his signature eye roll. "Can't or won't?"

I groaned. "Both!"

Obi-Wan finished packing his utility belt, placing it on to his body, then attached his lightsaber to it. "Anakin, I don't see why you don't want to train her. She is very gifted, and she has a level head on her shoulders. She's a quick learner--like you were." He threw his cloak over him, fixing his sleeves. "She is very talented, and I imagine you both will get along fine--"

"No!" I whisper-shouted, gritting my teeth. "You just want a replacement for Ahsoka so I can be 'happier', " I finger quoted then crossed my arms again. "I do not need anyone to tell me what I need in order for my mental state to be level. I am perfectly fine, " I retorted. Although, I knew I wasn't fine. He was right. I just didn't want to admit it. I kept my mental shields up so he couldn't read my mind.

Obi-Wan clenched his jaw and refused to meet my eyes. "I'm leaving to Devaron. Master Windu has requested me there. I will not be back soon, so don't expect me. In fact, I'm quite unsure when I will be back. Take care Anakin. I expect to see the both of you laughing and being the best of buds."

I sighed, running my right hand through my hair. I knew I made him mad. "Obi-Wan--"

He held up a finger. "Goodbye."

With that, he hurried out of the room, abruptly brushing past me as he walked out.

I covered my face with my hands, mumbling under my breath, "Great, now I've got a master mad at me." Which wasn't new, so I wasn't so worried about it.

Interrupting my thoughts, I hear a knock at the door. I groan, walking up to the door, pressing the button that made the metallic doors slide open. Behind the doors, it revealed none other than, (Y/N) (L/N). The last person I wanted to see.

"So I heard you don't want to train me, " she mentioned, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

I sighed, leaning up against the doorframe, looking down at the floor.

"If you don't want to train me, that's cool. I can just call Master Windu and see how he likes it--"

I snatched my head up waving my hands. "No, no no. No need to do that." I paused. "In fact, walk with me."

She uncrossed her arms and gave me a concerned look. "Okay... Why?"

"Just walk."

I stopped leaning on the doorway and walked into the hall, with her following behind, then catching up to stand beside me. "So, I hear you're a fast learner."

She nods, looking down at the floor. "Yeah, I am pretty quick. In fact, I'm kind of faster than all of the students in my class right now, and I'm trying to help them all out. However... They don't exactly want my help, " she purses her lips together, her gaze still not coming up to meet mine.

"What do you mean?" I look down at her, trying to meet her gaze, but she still doesn't see me.

"They just see me advancing so quickly, that I guess they're jealous or something, and they just don't want my help, " she mumbles.

"Hey, I totally know what you mean--" Suddenly I stop myself, as I realize I did have something in common with her. As The Chosen One, I advanced quickly as well, and kids didn't want my help because I'm the so-called, 'Chosen One'. I guess we did have something in common after all.

She looked up at me, her gaze finally meeting mine. "You do?" She asked with doubt.

"Yeah, " I chuckled, explaining to her my issues with being The Chosen One. She thought about it, and she seemed a bit happier after she could relate to someone.

"Wow, thanks. I needed that, " she chuckled.

I nodded. "No problem. In fact, most of the other kids didn't like me for that same reason, so I didn't really have any friends. Instead of making friends, I spent my time in my chambers building droids and taking apart my lightsaber and rebuilding it over and over again, " I chuckled nervously, not really fond of those old memories.

"Wow really? I'm sorry, " she mumbled, rubbing her arm.

"Ah, don't be. I have friends now, it's all good, " I assure her, nudging her with my elbow. She chuckled in response, nodding.

"That's good. Yeah, I don't have many friends either--I only have one, as a matter of fact, " She replied, pausing. "Was Master Obi-Wan ever worried for you?"

I nodded, sucking my teeth. "Yeah... He was. He tried to make me hang out with other kids, but it just wouldn't work. One time, I did illegal podracing and betting in the lower cities of Coruscant, and Obi-Wan got really mad at me. He made me do a few weeks worth of study work in the Jedi Archives."

She laughed. "Wow! Was it worth it though?"

I laughed too, nodding. "Yes, it was worth it. That was the most fun I had in a long time as a padawan. " I sighed, thinking back on it. Being a padawan wasn't the greatest highlight of my life.

"Yeah, I guess being a quick learner does have its disadvantages. Like for example, the Council refuses to move me up to a quicker class, or even a higher one--"

I stuttered, almost audibly gasping. "W-wow, me too."

"Well, " she chuckled. "I knew we had something in common. "

I smiled at her, actually liking our conversations. I was glad someone could relate to me. I didn't have someone like that in a long time, other than Padmé. She was a fast learner as well.

I suppose Obi-Wan was right, although I know I'm never going to admit that.