Ani was focused on that blinking dance eyelids did when one wanted to keep the tears from spilling over. Though it predicted to be a losing battle, he thought he could do it if he didn’t look at Obi-Wan.
It was hard for him to believe Obi-Wan because he had no explanation for what changed in Obi-Wan to make him want Ani around. And that needed to be resolved before Ani could move onto anything else.
“You didn’t always-” he shook his head. “You said I was dangerous and I shouldn’t be trained. Like the Council.” Jedi weren’t supposed to take offense to things like this – hurt feelings weren’t supposed to exist because one wasn’t supposed to have feelings in the first place. Admitting this over-heard conversation had stuck with him for years was confessing to a rather telling breach of the Code. But Ani had been hurt by it – he’d just been taken from the only security he’d know, minuscule and tenuous as it was, and told for the first time in his life he bordered on something horrible by a group of people who were meant to be that foundation of everything good and just in the galaxy. And then he’d ended up the apprentice of one of those judgmental people. He simply did not understand.