[ Taller, somehow, and for a moment there's a vague flicker of irritation, he'd been certain Anakin had stopped growing once he shot past him at last, the idea that he'd need to crane his head further to meet his eyes isn't exactly comforting but-

More than that? The anger.

The hatred radiating off of him in discordant resonance with the familiar love from the Kyber behind him. ]

Greatest failure? What are you talking about? You'd only just been knighted, Anakin, I told you how proud I was of you and your accomplishments, you've done well not only in your own trials but in the war-

[ Old habit has him arguing, has him approaching when wariness would bid him hold back. Anger- that's not unfamiliar. The hate is. The hate was wrong in a way he couldn't place- were they not family? Were they not brothers? Was this brilliant, aggravating boy not the other half of his very soul? ]

I'm- Anakin I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not meddling- I can't say I haven't meddled during your apprenticeship but it is the role of a master to meddle, and you cannot say you haven't meddled right back- [ Becoming irate probably isn't the most wise decision, but he finally has a name for the migraine he'd been carrying and- that'd been Anakin? All this time? ] Where are you? I haven't heard anything of you in the Free Cities.