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[ezra_of_lothal]

"I'm Ezra Bridger and this is my communicator thing. Leave a message!"

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[ezra_of_lothal]

[He goes silent for 5 full seconds, staring in confusion, and taking a slow breath, trying to slow down his thoughts.]

...you asked for help. Publically, on the network. You were in pain. I said I'd find the answer for you, and I did. I would have done all of that for anyone forced into a bond who asked for help. Especially one with Maul. You gave me shit for my initial advice, but you did not actually say you didn't want me to work on the problem.

I don't want your blood. Or you not to argue with me. That's stupid; people who care about each other can argue. I don't even know what - prophecy? What prophecy? [He genuinely has no idea what Anakin's talking about.]

Am I guilty of wanting something, but you've already told me it's not an option on your side of things. I heard you, and I've tried to accept it, but I know I've done that badly. For which I am sorry. But I didn't make you that promise to get it.

Obi-wan is my family. We've explicitly agreed to that. Ahsoka is too, although we didn't use that exact word. Your children and grandchildren are family. How could counting all of them and cutting you out make any sense? To me it doesn't.

That's...that all. [His shoulders slump.]But I know that sort of thing can't be demanded. All -all my fear and stupid avoidance and fumbling has been...trying not to force it.