Anakin was funny like that, always heard what he wasn't supposed to but often didn't pay attention when he was spoken to. Of course he wished he hadn't been paying attention now because the pieces were slowly coming together and he didn't like the picture they made. "Maybe he knows something you don't," he brought his real hand to his face then ran it through his hair. "But what could he know, hm?"
It wasn't a real question, his mind was already jumping to conclusions, going down roads he shouldn't have been so early into his dreams. That was what it all had to be, this version of himself wasn't perfect but he was a normal guy who was finally doing well for himself and looked to have a bright future. But that nine year old, the 'chosen one', well he had only dreamed of being told that last night, of what the Jedi had said about him. What Obi-wan had said to Qui-gon just as they were leaving for Naboo. His eyes found a spot a few feet away from him on the floor and remained glued there as he exhaled heavily then asked, "Am I dangerous, Obi-wan?"