[ Biting his lip, Anakin clenches his hands into fists by his sides. Of course he's the bad guy now. He turns his head to the side to glare at the closed door again, a mix of anger, frustration and disappointment radiating clear off of him.

With his voice low, he speaks again. ]

If he can't answer me, he doesn't trust me. If he doesn't trust me, I might as well leave.

[ And he lets his eyes drop to the floor. ]

I want my lightsaber back, then I'm gone.