Anakin came to visit him every day. They ate lunch, talked about old times, and for the most part the Jedi Master was happy with only that. Then there were some days, however, when he was restless, wondering at things that he'd been told to let lie. Then his padawan's gaze would get clouded, like the sky before a storm, and it scared him. Sometimes things were broken. Other times he ended up the one broken, but his padawan always came back to fix everything.

Sometimes he'd flinch away, like when Anakin had ended up blackening his eye. He'd crawled away into a corner afraid of him. But eventually. . .he never stayed away for too long. He bore the anger. Frustration. Fears. Hates. Tears. It was amazing he was not broken himself, or. . .maybe he already was. Maybe that's why he couldn't quite remember why the boy called him Master. But that was just a silly idea. He wasn't broken, he had Anakin, and Anakin took care of him. Surely those breif moments of happiness were worth all the pain.

He was confused sometimes, by the looks of sympathy from the people who helped Anakin take care of him when the young man was away on business. Others, they asked him questions about a life he didn't remember leading. Those people made Anakin angry, he never saw any of them again. Anakin tells him they're only trying to hurt him, trying to turn them against one another. And he believes it. Why would anyone want to do that? Anakin's good. Sure, he has his moments, but everyone does. It suprises him at those moments of how little people actually understand.

The day is over. And the younger man must go away. So he leaves Obi-Wan to his sleep, and to the dreams that haunt him with visions of a life he feels he should know. There are bad days too. Days when he tries to fight against Anakin, screaming and yelling that this is wrong. That he should just kill him and be done with it. Then come the 'other' people, the ones with needles. The ones that make him forget. Make him sleep.

When he wakes up, he's scared. Scared because he remembers a part of him that was trying to hurt Anakin, and he doesn't understand why. And the boy tells him that it was just a dream, and that everything is alright now. He says, "I'm here, Master." And he relaxes, momentarily forgetting the demons in the night. The boy stays by his side, until he can fall into a peaceful sleep.

Most days, he doesn't fight. He doesn't scream. He doesn't cry. But sometimes he does, and Anakin's always there. They're family, he says. And family never leaves.

And he smiles. He believes.