“But even Tim got to be a padawan at my age,” Damian groaned, his expression crestfallen at the discussion they’d had a hundred times by now. He quickly fixed it to a look of annoyance, irritation creasing his brow as he crossed his arms tight. “I’m capable, and everyone knows it. I’ve worked so hard, why am I being punished?”

He was ready. Beyond ready. He was the top of his class, the best with the trainer sabers, the best with the force – why was he not a padawan by now? Why did he have to wait just a bit longer, when he was so ready now? It wasn’t fair.