Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan

Reasoning:Well, because Anakin is still Anakin, after all. I want to show that.

Timeline: The first time that Obi-Wan takes Anakin to Ilum to get a(ha) lightsaber crystal, about 5:3 or so.


"They all like me, Master."

"They are not pets, Anakin."

"I know," he answered defensively.

"You do not need to bring home seventeen lightsaber crystals," he insisted. In the two years since Anakin had come to the Temple, he had lost no less than ten training sabers. Obi-Wan knew that in another lifetime, Anakin had gone through the same conversation with him. He'd lost that one, too. He sighed. "If I let you bring them all home, it will only encourage the notion that you seem to have that your lightsaber is disposable."

"I know it's important, Master, but it's not like I try to loose it."

"It's not like you try to keep hold of it, either. This weapon is your life, Anakin. You need to take care of it."

"I do, Master, but I don't think that I'm going to ever keep a lightsaber for very long."

"Your current record for not loosing your lightsaber is 3 months, Anakin," he said with a disapproving look, "and we were home the whole time."

"I'm sorry, Master," Anakin did look sorry.

"If I let you bring home more crystals than you need, then you will be able to build more lightsabers than you need, and you will go through them even faster."

"I won't, Master, I promise. They all like me for a reason."

"Anakin, they aren't sentient. They can't like you."

"Yes they can, and they do," he insisted. "That's why they call out to the person who's supposed to have them."

"And what in the world makes you think that you will require seventeen lightsaber crystals?"

"Previous experience?"

"I will only let you have them because this place is so cold, and it makes you complain so badly. I expect the stockpile that you have to last you at least three years, Anakin."

"Thank you, Master."