[Ezra has the distinct impression Anakin is mostly talking to someone who isn't in the room, here. None of Anakin's business, who's seeing who? Why would Anakin care who Maul is seeing? Ezra has no idea.

But Anakin is at least...saying this stuff out loud, so Ezra resolves to try to listen and figure how to address any of it, rather than scoff or turn away.]

You keep talking about your future. What 'everyone' knows about you. That you're the bad guy.

Do you remember when we met? I bowed to you as Master Skywalker. That wasn't some sort of act. I survived Vader, and knew you'd killed people here and I still hoped....still wanted-

[He blinks hard, swallowing down all those hopes.]

Has it occurred to you that the weight of expectations you're feeling may in fact be the stubborn belief that you can be one of the best of us?