“Only when she’s particularly frustrated by something I do as a result of those teachings,” Anakin was more than willing to indulge self-disparaging humor, and he had his own smile. “Or is it when she’s particularly upset?” He shrugged and started attaching the piece to the top side of the work in progress bike.
“I suppose people who are apt to forgive consider sacrificing your life to save another as the ultimate act of retribution. Those who have a hard time with forgiveness see it as the least you can do.”
He reached for a different tool than the one he’d given to Helena earlier. This part called for a different type of fastener. He tightened one bolt and moved onto the next.
“I bet we fall into the latter category, even regarding ourselves and our own conduct. At least in that we aren’t hypocrites,” he gave Helena another rueful smile. He knew his own death would come as a result of saving his son, and that he would know intervening on his son’s behalf would result in his death. It would be an outcome he would willingly accept.
“Either way, maybe it’s sufficient for now to accept you’re going in the right direction? Forgiveness isn't a right. That applies even when the person you're trying to forgive is yourself.”