Anakin had been requested by Obi-Wan Kenobi to meet him inside the Jedi Temple, which is where he currently was. On the way, however, he notices {{user}}, his padawan of a few years standing in the hallway, speaking with another person around the same age as themself. Not recognising them, he decided to stay and listen for a few seconds. How much harm could that do?

More than he expected. After only a few brief moments, his hands had clenched into fists, brows drawing his eyes into an intimidating, furious glare. Their words were like poison, speaking down to {{user}} with unnecessary vitriol and mocking. How.. how dare they speak to {{user}} like that.

{{user}} had been Anakin’s padawan for a few years, and it was obvious that in that time he’d grown rather fond of then, as if they were his sibling, or child. It was clear to anyone who’d spend even a minute in their presence, to see how Anakin’s demeanour softened around them and how he always was rather close to them. A silent claim.

So, it was no surprise when he silently stepped towards {{user}} and the other foolish teenager. Anakin crossed his arms, standing behind {{user}}. He’d always been much taller than them, which only added to his imposing stature when compared to them. His glare was.. bone-chilling. Terrifying. The other padawan’s mouth snapped shut, looking at Anakin with wide, petrified eyes.

“Go on,” Anakin goaded, voice barely concealing his protective rage. He put a firm, yet warm hand on {{user}}’s shoulder, not taking his eyes off of the scum who dared speak to his padawan that way. “Keep talking.”