"That's what everyone keeps telling me." He looked away for a moment. "But I think they are the ones that are afraid." Anakin glanced back at Luke. "They fear the idea of love so they shun it. But it shouldn't be treated as something vile. Because it isn't."

He thought back to how he had dreams of his mother. He felt a wave of sadness but then realized it wasn't his own. Looking up at the other Jedi, he once again found himself drawn to him.

"You -- lost someone, didn't you?" His eyes seemed to grow softer as he watched him. "I ... lost someone too."

He moved away and caught himself staring at the floor.

"I knew," he started before looking up, "I knew it was going to happen. I had dreams about it. I could feel her pain, but ... but I was told they were just dreams and they would pass." He faced Luke once more, a certain anger shown in his eyes. "They wouldn't let me go save her. And I was too late. Because of them."

He seemed to notice his own anger and caught himself a bit. "... I made her a promise to never fail anyone again." He finally confessed.