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Anakin Skywalker was brighter than the twin suns combined.
Though born a slave, he was never timid, always daring to voice his opinions even if they led to outraged beatings by the masters. His compassion remained within his heart, so did his kindness and strength.
He was courageous and brave, gifted by the gods of the dune sea, which on many occasions saved their lives. Yet having such gifts also meant he often tumbled into trouble inconceivable for most people.
That was why when her son happily led a small, green troll who claimed himself to be a Jedi Master into their home, Shmi Skywalker wasn't surprised.
At all.
Whatsoever.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi was a failure nobody wanted.
As a youngling, he once believed he'd grow up to be one of the greatest Jedi ever, and strived hard to achieve said goal. But as time passed, he grew closer to aging out and being shipped away. Master after master rejected him as a padawan, turned him down with a frown and an apology, and for the first time Obi-Wan doubted whether he was worthy or not.
When he boarded the ship to Bandomeer, Obi-Wan could feel the childish dreamer inside him shrivel up and die, leaving only the sour realist behind to vent his disappointment at him.
As he let Qui-Gon braid his padawan braid, that part of him sneered with disgust, calling him worthless, telling him he was bound to fail. He tried so hard to prove it wrong, did all he could to make sure his master was pleased, but is wasn't enough.
On Melida | Daan, when the Jedi Master's lightsaber swung and slashed off his braid, Obi-Wan finally admitted the truth:
He was a failure. No one would ever want him.
