"And it doesn't seem to work for me." Which was the problem.

"Yeah the Force is real helpful that way." Vague and indirect and confusing - he was left frustrated more often than not. And feeling alone and like he couldn't turn to others for help. Because their help felt wrong.

Anakin gently nudged his twin's device over, moved to sit with his feet hanging off the wing. His shoulders dipped forward, chin bowed, and he played with the spanner in his hand. "With Mom. I don't. I don't want to feel that again. I don't know what to. I hate the lying. I don't want to lose people but I keep losing them. It's like nothing I do is enough."