How would you describe Anakin’s relationship with Rex and how Anakin seemed to be more open to share his secrets with Rex rather than Obi-Wan?
Are you referring to that scene in S7’s premiere? As I have mentioned before, I don’t buy for a single second that Anakin would ever tell Rex about his relationship with Padmé. it’s one of my biggest issues with S7. That doesn’t make any sense because there’s nothing in previous season to support the idea that Anakin and Rex were ever THAT close. Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of mutual respect, admiration and loyalty between the two of them but they in terms of personal relationships, Anakin was FAR more close to Obi-wan and Ahsoka. Also, Rex was a professional and he took a lot of pride in that fact. He didn’t get involved in his general private affairs.
Yes, she did. Rex thought back to the look on Skywalker’s face whenever he saw Senator Amidala on the HNE newscasts or heard her name mentioned. Now, there was a man dealing with attachment. Nothing overt, just the small giveaways that another man noticed if he spent enough time with his boss: the way Skywalker didn’t look away from the Senator quite soon enough, the way he always seemed to snap to attention when he heard her name. Must be hard for him to know he can never do a thing about it. Rex put the thought out of his head. Gossip was for the ranks, and dwelling on life’s restrictions didn’t do much for anyone’s morale. [Karen Traviss, No prisoners]
It was true. Rex believed that-well, generally, anyway-so if Ahsoka wanted to test how he felt about it in the Force, she wouldn’t sense it as a lie. But he’d decided he didn’t need to know why Skywalker wanted her out of the way for a while, and if she wanted to know-well, it was time for her to learn about need-to-know. She was going to have a little trouble mastering that skill. [Karen Traviss, No prisoners]
Anakin didn’t even tell Palpatine about his marriage! And, to put things in perspective, Anakin actually told him about the Tusken slaughter. So, in Anakin’s mind, his marriage to Padmé was a bigger secret than his murder spree but I’m supposed to believe his biggest secret was a openly known fact?
“She could never …”
“Of course she could,” Palpatine said. “That is the nature of politics, my boy. Don’t take it too personally. It doesn’t mean the two of you can’t be happy together.”
“What—?” The room seemed to darken around him. “What do you mean?”
“Please, Anakin. Are we not past the point of playing childish games with one another? I know, do you understand? I have always known. I have pretended ignorance only to spare you discomfort.”
Anakin had to lean on the desk. “What—what do you know?”
“Anakin, Padmé was my Queen; I was her ambassador to the Senate. Naboo is my home. You of all people know how I value loyalty and friendship; do you think I have no friends among the civil clergy in Theed? Your secret ceremony has never been secret. Not from me, at any rate. I have always been very happy for you both.”
“You—” Words whirled through Anakin’s mind, and none of them made sense. “But if she’s going to betray us—” [Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith]
Rex and Anakin don’t need to have shared secrets to care for each other. and the fact they had a great professional relationship doesn’t diminishes the bond and loyalty between them. People don’t need to be BFFs to have a respectful, meaningful relationship.
“I expect you’re right. You usually are.” He looked at Ahsoka. “Fine. You can go. But I want to be kept informed of Torrent Company’s status. Don’t make me chase you for updates, is that clear?” She managed to smile. “Yes, Master. Thank you.” “And Ahsoka …” He felt his heart thud. “Tell Rex—tell all of them—that anything less than a full recovery is unacceptable. Tell Rex I—” He had to stop. Obi-Wan was in earshot, and they were not supposed to care so much. [Karen Miller. Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
“Agreed!” his pilots shouted, so loud this time that the hangar’s metal struts and deck plating thrummed with the sound. He was so proud of them—and at the same time so afraid. The brutal reality of combat meant the odds were they wouldn’t all come home. They knew it, too, but no one would read that in their faces—faces that were at first glance, to the uncaring observer, identical. But he knew them as individuals, and he loved them for themselves. He could list each man’s scars, recite each man’s quirks, describe each man’s idiosyncratic hair. Close-helmeted, in full body armor, he knew every one of them by his walk. Blindfold me and I’ll tell you who laughed. Letting his gaze touch each unique, committed pilot, he locked their faces tightly in his memory, in case this was the last time. [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
