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Anakin looked up into the sky, breathing deep and even as he observed clone transport ships flying overhead as they lowered out of sight behind the buildings of the city. "...well, we could avoid him. You're right. We...need to be patient."
"...are you sure Obi-Wan didn't mess with your mind? You, suggesting patience?" Anakin flushed deeply, his teeth grit as he felt his ears burn.
"I'm trying to learn, Master! You keep advising patience, and today, I actually listened. I fought with a Sith and didn't lose a hand, so I think maybe it was good advice."
"...you did very well." Skywalker looked up at the Master, and the man, despite the weight on his shoulders, was smiling faintly. "You put life before killing the Sith, you protected us instead of focusing on the attack. You were...centered. I've never felt you harness the Force so well."
"...you think?"
The Master nodded. "I'll be forced to give a good report to Master Yoda. He may die of shock."