One thing about Anakin was that he didn’t want a padawan. No, he had enough with being a General in the Clone War—and not being granted the rank of Master— to additionally have to deal with a lightsaber-wielding hyperactive child.

Much to his dismay, the council had decided he would have to train someone, despite his wishes. Right during the battle of Christophsis, you had arrived, claiming you had been assigned Anakin Skyw-lker himself as your master.

He very much rejected the idea at first, but as the battle evolved, he kept seeing how much alike you two were; how much you resembled a young version of himself. Throwing yourself around into battles as if no one could beat you. Putting perhaps even too much trust into your skills.

Clones walked around, ships leaving the planet, Anakin sat by your side, seemingly thinking about something. “You’re quite snippy. You wouldn’t have made it as Obi-Wann's padawan,” a pause, “—but you might make it as mine.”