❛ i’m very sorry, master. ❜ how STRONG he thinks he is, & yet still so fragile. oh, how much anakin skywalker had yet to learn. breath expelled from frayed lungs, a small scowl etched upon pallid lips, shaping handsome features into an expression of dubious intent. ❛ i KNOW i shouldn’t take that tone with the counsel. i’m just.. ❜ how could he explain it? the seed of doubt the chancellor had planted in his mind. arms fold, limbs tight, & narrow across his broad chest, brows deeply pinched as anakin averted his gaze. cerulean orbs down turned, young skywalker kept his eyes away from obi-wan’s, shifting UNCOMFORTABLY on the balls of his feet. ❛ lately i’m finding it very hard to trust them. ❜