Anakin wasn't a big fan of working out the Earth way. But with Jacen acting as strange and sithly as he was, he supposed he should have a couple legs up just incase something happened. The Academy wasn't there to keep him prepared, his Uncle wasn't yet a master. And even stranger he was training him. Anakin wasn't in his mind qualified to do so, nor in Jacen's as he'd pointed out, but who else would do it? Luke didn't trust Jacen, Leia didn't trust Jacen. Frankly neither did Anakin. For that matter he wasn't sure if he could trust Jacen's friends either, or those close to him in some way or another.
What Alema had to say about Jacen was making more and more sense, despite her broken dance and the strange feeling he got being around her. He wasn't sure how to react to her yet. She was speaking in plurals, tried to kill Allana on a few different occasions, but not everything she said felt like a lie. Anakin was torn.
He stood inside the gym with far too many things on his mind. Then there was a presence he didn't recognize and before Vi even greeted him he was looking at her with suspicion. "Hello." He responded none the less, his ice blue eyes watching her cautiously. She was one of Jacen's friends, had he gotten to her too? "Is this a bad time for me to be here now?"