He stood with his arms crossed simply staring at the younger man. It was a stare, he’d been told, that seemed to highlight the scar that started above his right eye and ended on his cheek. It made the edges of his expression tight and unforgiving. It was unfaltering. His right hand still gripped the marker and snapped the cap on and off. The resultant sharp click reported through the air around them, the only sound for the agonizing long seconds Anakin just stood there glowering.
“Are you familiar with the Scientific Method, Mr. Parker?” Anakin had to ask, because asking ‘what was the point,’ of learning the basic mathematics of engineering at this level of education defied comprehension. Anakin understood, more than most, doing ‘just what felt right,’ when it came to all things mechanical and tech. The Force had imbued him with a talent for mathematics and engineering that shocked even the Masters of his Order. But even he knew the benefit of understanding why something worked, not just accepting that it did. Trial and error had their place, as did the foundation principles of this field of study. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same level.”