angstpril day 13
prompt: “You lied to me.”
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Obi-wan is sleeping in his quarters when Anakin finally works up the nerve to sneak back in. He'll have to explain about his missing books and broken training saber tomorrow, he knows—he can't mention the other padawans, because Obi-wan will think he's just making excuses. Just like all the other Masters do.
Because Padawan Jera and her posse are "model students," unlike Anakin. They're "calm and serene," unlike Anakin. They "understand the importance of tradition and preparation for classes," unlike, apparently, Anakin.
"You lied to me," he says softly, staring at Obi-wan's sleeping form. "You said the Temple would be my home. The Jedi would be my family."
Those that don't hate him look down on him. Those who don't look down on him find him strange and off putting. Those who don't find him strange simply pity him. And no one, no one approaches him. The Masters all think him a mistake. That he should have never been accepted.
He's so lonely it aches.
He doesn't have a slave chip, any more, or a threat of beatings hanging over him every day, but on Tatooine he'd had his mother. He'd had friends. Here he has no one.
Well. Supposedly he's supposed to have Obi-wan. But with every passing day Obi-wan seems to become more and more of a ghost haunting his own quarters. He rarely speaks or eats, and seems to spend most if not all of his time locked up in his room meditating. He only talks to Anakin to pass on criticisms from his teacher or ask a half-hearted "how was your day".
"You lied," he says again, then heads back to his quarters alone. Tomorrow he'll have to think up a route to avoid Jera and the others. He'll have to figure out how to get replacements for his missing books and broken saber without getting in trouble with the quartermaster. And he'll have to figure out what he had written on his last assignment that had gotten him in so much trouble with the Masters.
He looks back as he shuts the door behind him.
Obi-wan still doesn't wake.
