’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
“I don’t need your permission”, Ferus said sharply, already on edge and upset enough without Anakin there to get under his skin, the way he was so good at. He’d given word to the Council of his resignation only a few hours ago - they’d said they would discuss this and then make “arrangements”, and in the meantime Ferus was in a limbo that left him feeling like he was falling slowly, continuously.
And then Anakin … what? What was that supposed to mean?
Ferus studied Anakin’s face for a moment before he tried to strip the heat in his voice into something else, and it just turned cold.
“Don’t worry. I won’t forget you either.”