Characters: Anakin, Palpatine
Word Count: 394
Prompt: Done for swficchallenge. Challenge #1 No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Notes: I pat myself on the back for keeping it canon.
He paced the carpet in rapid strides, back and forth like a caged animal. "It’s so unfair," he spat out angrily. "I’m ready for the Trials. I know I am. But Obi-Wan doesn’t think so, and that’s all that matters to the Council. He doesn’t think I’m good enough." Grunting in frustration, he kicked the chair nearest him.
Palpatine watched the boy sulk, keeping his expression appropriately sympathetic. He said nothing. He knew that his fatherly presence comforted Anakin. The words would come in due time.
"My skills are greater than his. Than any of theirs. And they know it! How can they not see what a great Knight I’d make? He's trying to tear me down... they're all trying to destroy my confidence. Do you have any idea how maddening it is that they don't respect me?" Anakin glanced over at the Chancellor calmly sitting in his chair and finally seemed to remember his audience. He bowed his head sheepishly. "Sorry, sir. I don't mean to... erm... sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me, Anakin," Palpatine said kindly, his voice smooth as silk. "You and I are friends, are we not? You should know by now that I’m always here for you to vent your frustrations to." He waited for the boy to acknowledge this before continuing. "I wonder, though... why do you let them get to you so?"
Palpatine steepled his fingers thoughtfully. "It sounds like you're not only trying to convince the Jedi of these things, but yourself as well. Am I correct?"
The blush spreading across Anakin's face was enough answer for Palpatine. He chuckled softly. "Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Don't doubt yourself simply because the Jedi enjoy withholding power from you. You are going to be the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy. Whether they see it or not is irrelevant. It doesn't change the fact."
Anakin's scowl finally turned into a smile as he sank into the chair he'd kicked. "You believe in me more than they do," he said quietly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now that you're calm, do you want to tell me what specifically is bothering you?" Palpatine listened patiently as Anakin related his tale of woe. He had quite a mental file of such stories by now.
The Jedi made his mission far too easy.