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He may be Vader someday later, but now he's (justasmallfry) wrote in makebelievelog,

“But he can take on training someone else.” It wasn’t a question. He didn’t need it confirmed; he had seen it with his own eyes. It was his way of saying he knew. He knew Padmé was sparing him from some truth. He wasn’t that small boy from Tatooine anymore, he was a Padawan, he was expected to already follow the precepts of the Code, one of which was dispassionate thinking and handling complex subjects. And the truth his mind used to fill the gaps was one he’d suspected for a very long time.

The problem was with him.

“He never wanted to train me. He only did it because Master Qui-Gon made him promise to before he died.” He didn’t have any actual proof of this, only the rocky start of his and Obi-Wan’s relationship, and the hunches formulated late at night or when he was left alone. No, not ‘left alone,’ not in the benign, ‘giving people space,’ meaning of the phrase. He was ignored and disliked by his fellow age-mates. They didn’t accept him, they wanted nothing to do with him. He spent his free time by himself, not out of choice, but because he had no other option. And in those lonely hours (which weren’t supposed to be lonely, because, as his instructors scolded him, a Jedi craves not such things that smack of attachment) he had a lot of time to think.