Even though you had figured out what was wrong with you, you still hadn't figured out why you could still see each other when you masturbated.

It just didn't make any sense. If there was a knot in the Force that didn't allow for your synergy to align with one another, then why was it allowing visions of you to be able to see Anakin or Anakin being able to see you?

Then again, none of this made sense to you. Did the Force just randomly choose you and Anakin to hate one another? Or was it deeper than that? Why couldn't it have been someone else other than Anakin? Or someone else other than you?

Then you wondered, why was this happening now? Why not when you hated one another five years ago?

No matter which way you turned, it seemed like you were traveling on a path of endless questions.

You sat there in your quarters, letting your mind drift away in a maze--into endless questions about the Force. There were so many things wrong with your situation, and the fact that almost nothing was getting answered was bothering you.

Startling you from your thoughts, you look down and hear your comlink beeping. You were praying that it was Obi-Wan.

"You're needed in the briefing room. Come immediately."

It was Master Windu. You could never mistake his stern voice for someone else.

"On my way, " you reply, throwing your legs over your bed, and pressing the button on your comlink to end the message.

Quickly, you made your way down the halls of the Jedi Temple, returning to the briefing room once again. In the back of your mind, the incident of Anakin ran through your memory--to say the least, you now had mixed feelings about this room.

You entered the room, scanning for Obi-Wan, to see if you could stand next to him, but your fatal disappointment was realized when you remembered that he was going on his own mission. Instead of seeing him as you had hoped, you only saw Master Windu, as well as Master Aayla Secura, Master Plo-Koon, and Anakin. Now you would be alone if you and Anakin had gotten into a fight--no one would be there to back you up.

Nevertheless, you persisted and approached the holotable, stealing a spot in between Plo-Koon and Master Secura, and purposefully standing opposite of Anakin--you really didn't need anything from him in this meeting.

"Welcome, thank you for joining us, " greets Master Windu, bowing his head to everyone who stood around the holotable.

You bowed your head back, as did everyone else.

"I'm afraid I called all of you here today on an important mission--one that doesn't have to do with the Clone Wars--instead, a mission on our own Jedi internal affairs."

You rose an eyebrow, curious as to what could be happening that they called you in. Especially to possibly work with two Jedi masters, and Anakin--who was literally called in for everything.

"Master Yoda and I have detected strange anomalies on nearby systems." Master Windu pulls up a map of the galaxy, then waves his hand, the map zeroing in on one of the planets. "We don't know where or how they got there, but we're beginning to think there's been a vergence in the Force."

"What anomalies are you talking about exactly?" You ask, looking away from the hologram and face Master Windu.

"We're unsure, but it's got to be something unusual, alright. Although, we have zeroed in on where these anomalies are coming from within each planet. We've already sent the coordinates to your astromechs, " he replies, switching planets on the hologram with a wave of his hand.

"How long have you been aware of these... Anomalies?" Anakin asks, crossing his arms.

"The Council has known about these vergences for many months now, " replies Master Plo-Koon, his mask on his alien face deepened his voice. "We just haven't paid attention to it until now, simply because the activity at these planets have worsened. "

"What activity, exactly?" You look up from Plo-Koon and look back at the planet, examining the information to the side. It seemed harmless--but then again, so did everything else you encountered as a Jedi.

"The anomalies we've noticed have been apparently sucking the life Force out of the planets. First, it was their people, the natives. Then, it was the ecosystems. These planets are slowly deteriorating, and the Council has decided to send pairs of Jedi to check out these anomalies to find out who they are, and what they want with the Force, " Master Aayla Secura explains.

Shit. Out of all the people that you had to be paired with, you had to be paired with Anakin. Of course.

"Excuse me masters, but shouldn't you be pairing Anakin with someone else, instead of me? We don't exactly work well together, " you cautiously advise, hoping that they would heed your advice, and either pair you up with someone different, or pair Anakin up with someone different.

Master Windu nodded. "Yes... We thought about that. But since Master Kenobi is gone, we figured this would be a good time for the both of you to try and get along--see if you can't work out your differences together."

You wanted to facepalm yourself then and there, and try to explain that you and Anakin actually could not get along--it was damn near impossible without breaking out into a lightsaber fight or resulting in having sex.

Just in the nick of time too, you could feel the fire rising within you. You were surprised it hadn't started earlier, but since you weren't really thinking about or interacting with Anakin--now was the perfect time for this angry feeling to shift within you.

"I agree, we're not compatible. She's not exactly the best to work with either, " he says, mumbling that last part.

"Say that a little louder, wouldn't you Skywalker?" You dart your eyes at him, waiting for him to insult you again.

"I said, you're the worst to work with because you're unbelievably unreliable, and you wave your lightsaber around like its a glowstick, " he glares back at you. You could sense his anger rise up within him.

Your eyes widen as you realized he's insulted your intelligence once again. "Skywalker, can you stop being so full of yourself for one second? I know you think you're the best around here, but you should get off of that high horse of yours for someone who has to insult someone else in order to boost your own self-esteem." You paused, scoffing, "And unreliable? How am I unreliable?"

Anakin's jaw clenched--his fists tightened. You could tell he wanted to reach for his lightsaber, but he resisted it. "I could give you plenty of reasons if you gave me a time and date."

"How about right now, Skywalker? Tell me, in fact, why don't you go ahead and lash out all of your anger on me?" You sneered, crossing your arms. Challenging him always made it entertaining--he almost always never said no to something like that--it was in his nature. He was competitive all of the time.

As you watched him get angrier, the tension in the room grew--not just between you two, but between everyone else, resulting in the fire in your growing stronger by the second. It felt like it wanted to eat you alive and consume you, and you wanted to let it. You felt like you could kill Anakin right there where he stood.

"Alright!" Master Windu shouts, interrupting the feud between the both of you. "You two, that is enough! I know you both aren't fond of each other, but the Council has already agreed on sending you both out. Our decision is final. This only proves my evidence that both of you need to work out your situation." He pauses, letting out an aggravated huff. "I'm going to finish now, will you let me?"

You nod, feeling guilty about your outburst, so you bow your head in respect. "My apologies, of course."

Master Windu nods, continuing, "Good. Now, we'll be sending the both of you here, to this quadrant..."

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't help but stay angry at Anakin, your mind blocking out Windu's voice, focusing only on the anger that you harbored for Anakin, then tilted into a hole of never-ending thoughts of insults, starting off with your most famous one,

Fuck you.

Anakin's head perked up, glaring at you from opposite ends of the holotable. He must've heard your thoughts, or else he wouldn't be a whirlwind of anger at the moment.

You peer into Anakin's thoughts, wondering what he had to say in return.

I bet you'd like to, wouldn't you?

You roll your eyes, not believing his remark.

Yeah, I'd fuck you up with my lightsaber if I could.

He smirks, almost as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

Do you really think you could?

Of course. Your arrogance will be your downfall.

My arrogance? He pauses, his eyes dart around the holotable, looking at each of the masters, trying to see if they were focused on you and Anakin, but their focus was set on Master Windu. His eyes were devilish, mischievous--in fact, you knew that look--the look he gave you so many times when he teased you or threatened you. How about your arrogance?

At that second, you felt a twitch--a sensation cast on your core--the pressure built, rubbing slow, torturous circles on your clit--the Force bent to Anakin Skywalker's will, using it to tease you, right in front of the Jedi masters.

What about now? His thoughts were loud, louder than usual--it made you feel uneasy, paranoid that the other Jedi might detect something was wrong, but no, they somehow were oblivious to both of you--their attention still remained on the mission that you were supposed to be focused on, but of course the anger inside of you had gotten in the way. Do you still feel like you could beat me?

You pursed your lips together, crossing your arms, trying to keep yourself together, hoping a moan wouldn't slip out unintentionally. Your body was filled to the brim with conflicting emotions--at one point you wanted to get on your knees to beg Anakin to continue and slam you down on the holotable and start fucking you right there, while the other side of you wanted revenge--give him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, you couldn't give him the benefit of the doubt that you were secretly enjoying this--you needed to have the last word.

Is that the best you can do? He taunts, building up the pressure on your clit, blasting pleasurable sensations into your body. The flicks of the Force on your nub made you want to moan, but you continued to suppress it, not letting him have that satisfaction.

You can do better than that. Another taunt. You couldn't believe that Anakin wanted you to moan right here in front of everyone else, but then again, knowing his consistent cocky attitude--you could.

You crossed your legs in an attempt to minimize the feeling, but it didn't seem to work. Anakin seemed to see what you were doing, so of course he sped up the friction of the pressure on your clit, sending your body into overdrive.

You could hardly hold your standing posture, your legs were weak, your breath had started to pick up from the fast motions of him playing with your clit.

You glared at him, thinking of how you could get back at him--eyeing him, watching his emotions, trying to detect a weakness all the while you suffered from the fast circles that teased at your clit, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Anakin? Are you paying attention?" Master Windu's sudden outburst grabbed both yours and Anakin's attention, as well as letting Anakin's stimulation fall from you, leaving your climax unattended, and worst of all, frustrated.

"Yes, I am master, " he says respectfully, as if he wasn't just fingering you with the Force.

"Then please tell me what I just said." Windu eyed him expectantly, crossing his arms.

Now, you smirked, a mischievous plan came into your head--there couldn't seem to be a better time to embarrass Anakin.

"You said that--"

While he was distracted, you took your chance and bent the Force to your will, using it to stroke Anakin, circling the tip of his cock slowly, teasing him just like he had done to you.

He coughs, suddenly surprised at the sudden brisk touches, his raises his eyebrows and leans on the holotable so he would seem more casual--and less like he was getting his dick stroked by the Force.

"I uh... " He blinked, hardly unable to form a coherent sentence. "You said that we were to report to our ship in about an hour for our departure to Ancem and..." He swallowed bitterly, clenching his jaw, trying his best to hold in a groan. You were amused at his struggle, however, you kept your face solemn, hoping that the Jedi wouldn't catch you being the one who was causing him to lean on to the holotable for support while you teased him. "...and to make sure we pack beforehand."

With a slight nod of his head, he raises an eyebrow, confused as to why Anakin's mood had changed so suddenly. "Alright, good. Now, remember, you are to spend a few nights here, so be prepared. We aren't sure what's happening, so we need both of you to do as much investigation as possible. Is that understood?" He looks at you and Anakin expectantly.

You nod. "Yes sir."

Just before Anakin could say something, you sped up the motions, pumping his cock harder than he could ever do to his own, hoping to bring him to the edge of his orgasm, or maybe, have him orgasm right in front of the Jedi Council members would be phenomenal.

"Y-yes, master. Understood, " Anakin coughs, hardly unable to hold himself together.

"Good. This meeting is adjourned. I will see both of you in the hangar in an hour. " Windu turns off the holotable and bows to everyone surrounding the circular table.

You bow back with ease, but Anakin couldn't seem to do so well.

The rest of the Jedi had said their goodbyes, holding conversations with each other while you continued to torture Anakin with the Force, letting him slowly become inferior to you.

Slowly, the Jedi poured out of the room, leaving you and Anakin in the briefing room alone together, once again.

You faced him, a smug smirk played on your lips, enjoying every moment of Anakin's pain.

"I can't believe--"

"No. " You wouldn't let Anakin have his say. Not this time.

Gathering up all of your energy, you grabbed the Force's attention and bent it so that you had control of it and sent Anakin flying on top of the table, pinning him down, just as he had done to you that one time.

Now was your time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He let out a groan as he hit his back against the sturdy table, either from the pain or the fact that you were still jerking off his cock with the Force--either way, he shut his eyes, clenching his jaw, his face contorted with vague expressions.

He let out a chuckle as he leaned his head back on to the table. "You think I'm going to give you any satisfaction?"

Judging by the heavy fluctuation of his breathing, you could tell he was in pain. He wanted your touch, your body, for you to make him moan like no other--but he was too prideful, especially right now, especially after that argument.

"It looks like you want to give it to me, but it seems like you're too prideful." You examine your hands, pretending you weren't paying attention to Anakin, who laid there pinned down on the table with a throbbing and needy cock. However, no matter how much you didn't want to give yourself to Anakin, you couldn't help but think how hot he would look under you, fully unclothed, bare--his chest rising up and down before you, screaming your name as you gripped his hair and clawed his chest, riding him while he wasn't allowed to control you--the thought sent butterflies into your stomach, but you couldn't let him have that.

He remained silent, biting his lip, his eyes closed--you could tell he was nearing his orgasm as his breath quickened. He looked like he was in so much pain--he hated that you were depriving him, you could sense it.

You approached him slowly, crossing your arms, satisfied that Anakin cowered below you, craving for your hands to be on him. You devoured the sight in front of you, taking in every measurable part of his body, locking them in a jar in your memory to keep this image in your head for a rainy day. His golden features were so delectable in the dim lighting as he laid before you--face beaded with sweat, eyes glistening with rage and want, his chest fawned with passion--it was everything you wanted.

You were at his side now, peering down at him, watching his every move.

Anakin opened his eyes and looked back up at you, squirming, trying to wiggle away from the Force, but you frowned, disappointed with his rude behavior, that you locked your grip on the Force, forcing him to settle back down, as well as stopping the friction of the Force and his cock, leaving him empty of his orgasm.

Anakin's eyes widened, pressing his lips together in frustration, before letting out an aggravated hiss. "Fuck!" His breathing was rampaging, angry that you had let him go, and he was so close. He groaned, frustrated, he dropped his head back on to the table, needing your physical touch, needing to reach his climax. You loved seeing this side of him.

You lean down, whispering in his ear, barely brushing your lips against his flesh, "Now I know what Obi-Wan means when you can't follow orders." You lean away and look at him expectantly, wanting him to give you a snarky response, but he just laid there, eyes filled with complete and utter rage.

You shrugged, even after denying him of his orgasm, you decided that it was best for him to become even more frustrated, so you took one of your fingers and delicately pulled at the hem of his pants, sliding it down his body oh so slowly while his sensitive cock brushed against the fabric, gradually revealing the enticing sight of his carved out v-line.

You licked your lips in anticipation of seeing his throbbing cock, that you made eye contact with Anakin as you pulled his pants down, hoping that he would see the dancing amusement in your eyes.

Apparently, he could as he looked away, not being able to bear the sight that you were winning, that you were in control. He wanted to push you over this holotable and fuck you senseless--to punish you, but you simply couldn't let him have the fulfillment of him dominating you.

Finally, you pulled his pants down to his knees--a gasp emitting from his mouth--his cock was now free from its contraption--it hitting his abdomen as it stood hard, now there for you to see in all of its glory.

You looked down at him, grabbing the end of the table, standing in front of his cock, hovering over his knees as he laid there helpless. His dark blue eyes were practically pleading for your attention, anything.

"You're going to cum for me, do you understand?" You tell him, not asking of him, but demanding that he did so. You weren't here to play games. You were here to make sure that Skywalker knew that you could be in control whenever you wanted to and that he could wilt before you just as you had done for him.

You traced his v-line with the slightest touch, drawing small butterfly-like lines up and down, keeping his lower-abdomen as sensitive as possible.

Anakin threw his head back again, blinking, not responding, but clearly, your light touch was throwing him into a confused frenzy.

"I said, " you raised your voice, making a stern tone, "You're going to cum for me, do you understand?"

Finally, he let out a tortured gasp, nodding his head in agreement. "Yes! Yes, I understand."

A satisfied smirk appeared on your lips, finally gaining some recognition from Skywalker. "Good boy. Now, I'm going to release the Force briefly on you, and you're going to take off your robes, and then lay back down for me, is that understood?"

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. "I could just flip you over--"

Immediately you walk over to his side of the table and slap him in his face, earning a hard scoff coming from his mouth. "No. You will not. " You grabbed his face and pulled it towards you--a wild and excited look appeared in his eyes--apparently you found another kink of his. "Do you understand me, Skywalker?"

He nods, keeping direct eye contact with you. "Yes ma'am, " he mumbles, unable to break away from your gaze.

You let go of his face, as well as your grip on the Force, letting his body go, trusting that he would listen to you.

Fortunately, he did, as he slipped off his utility belt, then the black armor, then his brown robes--the fabric fell on to the table, then slinked down on to the floor.

Keeping eye contact with you, he laid back down on to the table, his well-toned chest laid open to you.

You smirked, glad that he had listened to your instructions, you decided to be nice and reward him a little bit, but not too much to where he would think that he could take you.

You got on to your knees and took his cock into your hands--the physical touch made Anakin groan--clearly satisfied that you had finally listened to him.

Spitting on to his cock, you rubbed your liquids around on his cock, mixed with his pre-cum in order to make it easier for you to drag his dick around in your mouth.

You took his cock in your mouth slowly, adjusting your throat to his length, you began to bob your head up and down, gliding his tip along the back of your throat, earning several moans from Anakin.

You kept your hands on his dick, swirling the top half of his dick around in your mouth while your hands used your saliva and his pre-cum to pump him and build his orgasm back up--to bring that feeling of ecstasy back to his veins.

He hissed and cursed, letting out heavy breaths of pleasure as you engulfed his cock completely, his body arched from the slightest pleasure that was available to him; every lick, every touch, every time his cock hit the back of your throat, every time your mouth tightened around him--it always sent him into complete overdrive, unable to keep your name out of his mouth.

"Holy shit, " he hissed, pounding his fists against the table. "Fuck, I just want to fuck you, " he moaned, his abdomen twitched, needing to be inside of you.

Those weren't the words you were looking for, even though they made your cunt begin to throb. You had to control yourself.

Unsatisfied with his choice of words, remove your mouth from his dick as well as your hands, letting it slap back into its original position, earning a distasteful groan coming from Anakin.

"Mmm, I don't think so, " you say, a disgustingly mischievous thought crossed your mind.

Deciding to enact on these thoughts, you pulled down Anakin's pants the rest of the way, leaving him completely nude and helpless before you--the most vulnerable state you had ever seen him in.

You stood up and backed away from Anakin, first taking your boots off, then stripped yourself of the bottom half of your Jedi robes, letting them crumble to the floor. You played with the hem of your underwear, teasing him, letting him not have the satisfaction of ripping them off of you, you slowly took them off and let them lay with the rest of your clothes, leaving the bottom half of your body completely bare.

Anakin moaned at the sight, his clear deprivation of touch was apparent--he wasn't even able to hold in a moan as you approached him--his cock twitched from the pure excitement, thinking that he would be able to slam his dick into you.

No, that's not what you were going to do at all, in fact, it would be quite the opposite.

You used the Force to shift Anakin up on the table so you had enough room to crawl upon it, ready to tease Anakin more than ever.

You got up on the table and sat in between his legs up on your knees, your hands traveled down your flesh, touching your body, something that he was unable to do, which gave you great joy.

"You want to touch me? You want to play with my clit?" You teased, a mocking tone in your voice.

He whined, cursing your name. "Fuck! Yes, please!"

Your hands traveled down and started rubbing your clit in fast, pleasurable circles, starting to moan dramatically and make fun of him, in the sense that he wasn't doing this to you. "Well too bad. You're not going to touch this cunt for the rest of the day, and I'm not going to touch you, because I'm in control now, Skywalker. Not you, but me."

He hissed several curse words at you, a deprived cry escaped his mouth--he was practically a whore for attention now--he wanted you so bad.

"Fuck you, " he groaned, looking up at the ceiling, trying to avoid you touching yourself.

"No, I don't think so, Skywalker, " you chuckled, using the Force to pull his face back down, to have his gaze lock with yours.

This time, you inserted a finger into your needy cunt, wet sloppy sounds mushed together as you began pumping your finger in and out of yourself, moaning to wherever, to whoever, pleasing yourself in front of him, his squirming made you even more excited, now inserting another finger to entice you even further.

"Shit, fuck!" He hissed, wishing he could do something, to pound into you, to throw you up against the wall--but no, your Force lock on him was too strong. He tried breaking it several times, but he couldn't seem to move past your technique.

Now, to aggravate him even further, you began to use the Force once again to pump his cock, to swell around him, to build the pressure, create friction--to do everything that would bring him ultimate pleasure, but the pleasure wasn't caused by your walls wrapped around him--which seemed to be the problem that he had been crying out for.

With your other hand, you began to rub your clit so you could insert a third finger into yourself, stretching apart your walls, you pumped yourself faster, along with rubbing your clit faster--your breathing began to pick up, surely becoming on the edge of your orgasm.

"Fuck!" You gasped, closing your eyes in the enrichment of your ecstasy.

Anakin shook his head in utter disbelief as he watched you, restrained from touching you, also in disbelief that you were making him feel so good without even touching him--however, he would prefer being inside of you, pounding your guts out--he couldn't help but cry out for you, moaning your name, doing whatever he could to get your attention--he wanted to cum while he was inside of you, or cum on you. He was nearing his orgasm and the fact that he knew he wouldn't be able to cum on you was frustrating.

Your fingers dived deep at your familiar area, scraping at every inch of you, thrusting deep into your core, while your other fingers were driving you over the edge with your clit, nearing your orgasm--sending your body into shakes, moaning loudly at your own work.

You wished it was Anakin doing this to you, but you had your mandate.

"Shit, I'm close!" An aggravated grunt comes from Skywalker as you increase your pace around his cock, building the pressure on him.

"Good, " you moan, feeling yourself coming close too; you decide to sit down and throw your legs over Anakin's legs, so your cunt faces him. You prop yourself up on your back and continue the fast-paced pumping of your fingers, and the fast circles over your clit, sending you into complete ecstasy.

As you did so, you could sense him about to cum. "I want you to fucking cum for me, Skywalker. " You rub your clit faster, reaching an all-time high, you shake, your lower abdomen twisting, tightening--waves of ecstasy filled your body, running up and down and all through your veins--you were on the verge, you just needed to see Anakin cum before you.

"Fuck!" He slams his fists down on the table and throws his head back, letting out the loudest moan he could muster, his body shook, his back arched, thrusting his hips up into the air until finally, his hot, white liquid shot up on to his bare chest.

The sight of him cumming for you excited you in a way you couldn't describe, as you let out a moan, indicating your orgasm. "Oh, Anakin!" You cried, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching so you could cum on him--the last circling of your fingers spilled your orgasm, your body began to shake from the loss of the liquid--it flowed all over Anakin, mixing with his liquids that lied on his chest--your back fell on to the table, leaving you quite breathless.

You laid there, regaining your breath, listening to Anakin's breathing pattern, as he had calmed down more than you had.

Your body felt numb, it felt delusional--it felt like you couldn't believe you had just made Anakin cum in your name.

You sat up and looked at Anakin, admiring his post-sex facial expression: his jaw hung open, his mouth slightly parted, his hair tossed in a frenzy, his eyes blinked slowly from trying to recapture what just happened.

You got back on to your knees and hovered over him, smirking at his state of loss.

His eyes wandered your body, imagining other things he could've done to you--other things he would've preferred to happen to you, but he couldn't help but think of the fact that you had masturbated right in front of him, which happened to be the hottest thing he had ever seen or laid eyes on. He wanted more, but he knew he couldn't.

Keeping eye contact with him, you bent your head down, licking your lips before you dragged your tongue up from his v-line, and across his body, lathering up all of your juices, sucking them up together, swallowing as your tongue trekked across his toned self.

Even after you had finished licking up and swallowing all of your juices, you couldn't help but taste the rest of him, leading all the way up to his neck, stopping and pulling your tongue away there. Now, you hovered directly over him, making complete eye contact with him.

Your eyes dragged over his facial features, admiring how attractive he was. You were no stranger to his looks, you had always admired them, it just wasn't until now you were getting the full effect.

"Did you like what you saw?" A smug smirk pulled at your lips.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. "No, not one bit. I would've preferred to--"

You bent down and sucked on his skin on his neck, biting on a high spot, just so it would be visible--a soft moan escaped from his lips.

"Sorry what?" You asked innocently, batting your eyes at him.

He stared you down, his eyes like daggers--piercing into yours. "I would've preferred to have you under me, screaming my name--"

You bent down again, leaving another hickey on his neck, but on the opposite side--a groan escaped his lips but was quickly hushed as you grabbed his face harshly with your hands.

"I think you liked it. I think you liked me fingering myself, cumming all over you--I can sense it, Anakin. You think you prefer to control me, but your mind tells me something different, " you say, your eyes searching his face for a sign of truth, a sign of admittance.

His eyes move away from yours, clearly indicating that he did enjoy watching you. He couldn't sit here and deny that he didn't cum mostly because of the sight of you fingering yourself, because it was true--he thought it was fucking hot.

"Don't let me catch you insulting me like that again, Anakin. " You sit up and walk over to your pile of clothes, releasing Anakin of his Force hold, and quickly get dressed.

Without any other words about Anakin, or to Anakin, you throw on your Jedi robe that hid your bruises and make your way to the metal door, this time, being excited for the first one to leave, as well as excited to see Anakin suffer that you had the satisfaction in the room today.

"We have thirty minutes to pack. Don't make a fool of yourself and be late."

With that, you leave Anakin speechless, waving your hand in front of the door to open it and step back into the Jedi Temple as if you had just gotten out of a regular briefing meeting.