They were back to ignoring each other.
Anakin was beginning to tire of being the message boy when clearly it would save a lot of time and effort if they just sat down and talked to one another.
Apparently a full grown Jedi Knight and a former senator of the Republic were not mature enough for that. Anakin preferred it when they were yelling at each other.
And it wasn't like he knew what to do to settle the dispute. He and Obi Wan had always had their own way of working together. Anakin considered him a brother; he was the only one around him that actually remembered that he was Anakin, that despite his lack of sight he could get a job done.
He ran his hand aimlessly over the wing of an X-Wing, the call of space was alluring, he would never be able to fly again and that hurt, a wound that openly bled day in and day out. He hadn't talked to Obi Wan about it-not yet. And Padme, however much he loved her could not understand.
Sometimes it was hard to imagine all the changes that had actually happened in the last few years, the demise of the Jedi, the corruption of the Republic, the tyranny of the Empire that had replaced it.
The loss of his sight.
All of it in such a small amount of time, Anakin remembered the friends and teachers he had lost, the dread that he may lose Obi Wan as well, on some days it was enough to throw him closer to the edge of despair he always managed to live with. He had faced his demons yet some remained to haunt him still. In his own eyes they were much too strong.
He thought of Padme then, of the sister who had become a leader beyond her time. He worried about her sometimes. Although she did not have what it took to become a Jedi she was still dangerously susceptible to anger and hate, he worried about her loose grip on control, whether one day it might slip and she would become what she hated most.
He wouldn't let that happen, Padme had taken care of him, mothered him and protected him, she had ignored his pleas to meditate with him, to let her anger go but he wouldn't give up. He loved her too much.
And now so did Obi Wan.
He smirked at the thought. Master Obi Wan was not the man to fall in love, however Anakin had seen how devoted and kind he could be, that could easily translate into romantic love although Padme had accused him of scheming Anakin hadn't thought of them together in any sort of way-now he did.
He put his hand in his pocket, fingering the japor snippet he had made when he was ten. He had believed in princesses in towers and knights in shining armour who rescued them. He believed he would give it to his princess when the time came. He let it go suddenly. The prospect seemed absurd now, a childhood dream that he should have shaken off.
He stood, a Jedi didn't think of the past but of the future. It didn't matter the Jedi were gone, he still lived and their teachings still lay in his heart. He would keep them there and foster them.
In a hope for a better life for all of them.