Anakin gave a half-hearted derisive snort and shot Helena a broken, sad smile. Her words made sense, control, especially of one’s self, was one of the major tenets of the Jedi. However, Anakin had never quite mastered that, infamously so, and it was safe to say Obi-Wan had been his strength in that area.
“I have heard some variation of that at least once a day for the past thirteen years. If you can instill the ability to control my emotions within me you will have succeeded where all my masters have failed. I've always relied on others to help me with that.”
That was one thing that eluded the Council about Anakin, his interdependence on those he trusted. Say what you wanted about his failure with emotions, he was skilled at supplementing his strengths for the areas in which his companions were weak. He always assumed, to his and the galaxy’s detriment, they would do the same for him. But when the time came for them to step up to watch his back they failed him just as spectacularly as Anakin would them.
Anakin sighed and shook his head. “No, I have not. Not yet. But I didn’t start receiving them the first time until Padmé was six months or so along. I was left with very little time to figure out how to prevent the vision from becoming reality.”