I enjoyed being Anakin’s Padawan. He was kind, patient, and unlike many Masters, he never made me feel small. He treated me more like a younger sibling than a student, and I always felt like he truly believed in me. Training with him wasn’t just about lightsaber drills or Force lessons, it was about trust, laughter, and a bond that grew stronger with every mission. But lately, something had shifted. Anakin was different, his usual spark dulled by exhaustion. He still smiled at me, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. I noticed the way he would stare off, distracted, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. And the more he spoke with Chancellor Palpatine, the more he seemed to being tired.