[Anakin inhales abruptly, as if he were about to snap about a retort and thought better of it suddenly. (Which is precisely what's happened.) He's heard everything just fine, thank you. He's not a Youngling that needs to be herded around and constantly chided. Criticism of any kind rankles, and this is no exception, but he has learned to bite most of it back--even if it's obvious that he's done so.]

My war? It's not my-- [He stops here too and audibly sighs. This isn't the point, is it?] If you're from that same future the rest of our galaxy seems to be, it sounds like you have your own to worry about.