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After Ahsoka walked down the temple’s stairs never to return, Anakin almost followed her. The way the order didn’t trust her, didn’t trust him… so much for loyalty and brotherhood.

He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth, and after a long moment of hesitation, he walked back inside. Of course Obi-Wan was waiting for him, and he reached for his apprentice arm. Anakin’s force was raging inside him, scorching hot like boiling lava.

“Anakin. We should talk about…”

Anakin yanked his arm from his master’s grip, walking past him.

“Not now, Obi-Wan.”

“I know how you must be feeling about this.”

Anakin kept walking away.

“Do you? Really? I don’t think you do, Obi-Wan. I don’t think anyone in that council could possibly know how I’m feeling about this.”

Obi-Wan did not follow him, folding his arms.

“Anakin, the circumstances did not help—“

Anakin turned on his heels, absolutely enraged.

“She’s fought by our side all this time! She is… was my apprentice! She idolized you and Master Ti, and Master Yoda! She adored Master Plo! And you all just turned on her like you didn’t know who she is! She’s all alone out there and it’s all the council’s fault!”

Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide, and he knitted his brows, his tone growing stern.

“Watch out for your emotions, Anakin. This sort of attachment, all this rage of yours…”

“So what?” Anakin barked back at him “Will you just cast me out like you did Ahsoka?” And before Obi-Wan could answer, he turned his back on him “I’ll be on my quarters.”