“It seemed perfectly normal for a boy who grew up on a junk heap.” Anakin was care to not actually mention being a slave while referencing that period of his life. “Almost classy, even.” It was Coruscant after all – the city planet, metropolitan center of culture, arts, and academia. Cruising through the shit and refuse of those fine citizens was their gift to him.
“I was only an obligation to them,” he countered. Just a chore. “And besides, sparring isn’t anything like flying.”