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Anakin gives mysess flowers some water and remarks, "You know you drink too much? I could live off of this much water for a day."
Next, he bends over and gives the plant a little pat.
"You know, we're really similar to one other. Qui-Gon sir picked both of us, and master Obi-Wan has to look after us after him. He gives us everything he has, he... just wants both of us to grow. That he doesn't want anything from us back is really unexpected. He tries his hardest to help you and me whenever we get sick, and he holds himself responsible for our poor health. Maybe, for now, he doesn't want us to die, you know? What an amazing thing that is!"
Sighs Anakin.
"Just like you aren't flowering, I am... I am worthless. I can't even read or write. We both are trying, but, you can't give Master a flower and I can't... make him proud."
"You both will make me proud, one day."
As Anakin turns back, he sees his master is standing behind him. "I don't regret any second I spend with you two. I enjoy fertilizing this plant and imparting knowledge to you. Yes, you were brought here by Qui-Gon, but in the end, both of you are mine. And I have no complaints with it. I'm hoping the same for you. Anakin we both can do it, and if you can't, that's okay too. You are more important to me than my pride as master."
Anakin won his first padawan competition three years later. And nobody saw it but Obi-Wan--- hidden among the leaves of mysess blooms, was a flower bud that appeared to be just a few days away from blossoming.