"You're not concentrating," he heard a voice to his left say.
'I'm trying.'
"Not hard enough, young one. Get up."
Anakin felt as though his legs had been seared in a fire they ached so much but he could not disobey his master. Sometimes even when he badly wanted to. He felt the force within him expanding and contracting with each angry breath he took. The ground reeling away from his touch as be forced himself to stand again.
"Raise your stance. Your posture is not for finesse Padawan. Should you falter, lose control, even for a moment, you are lost."
"Yes, Master," he replied tiredly as he raised the lightsaber he had been given. Non lethal but they definitely still hurt. His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room and he looked to his master in a silent challenge.
He felt confusion when he saw Obi Wan drop his stance.
"That will be all today, Anakin."
"But Master. I am ready to fight,"he replied in annoyance.
"Your enemy will not ask you when. You must know this. Knowing to how to fight is one thing young one. Knowing when to keep peace is another. You may go," he smiled gently.
Anakin felt a surge of anger flow through him and he tried to stop it before it reached their connection but the quiet hum within his soul told him he had lost control.
"You enjoy tormenting me," he muttered sullenly and dropped the saber to the ground. He had turned to leave then when he felt an energy wrap around his torso and keep him there. The force of the movement caused him to turn and face Obi Wan.
He could only feel shock at the look of hurt his master wore. All at once the sensation dropped and he found himself running along the never ending corridors back to his quarters. He climbed into bed and beneath the covers he tried to quell his trembling.