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After checking his office to make sure Ferus wasn't hiding in a closet or under his desk or something equally inane, Anakin flopped into his chair, consulted his notes briefly so he could remember which students he'd taught when, and waited for the first person to walk through the open into his office.

They couldn't have the coffee in his hands, by the way. Anakin needed that so he didn't tell everyone what he really thought.

[OOC: Up early so I don't forget. Off to Rennfest tomorrow, but should be back by midafternoon. SP=love!]

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"Different version," Anakin said shortly. "I've stopped. That one's your problem."

This was going to be a hugely productive conversation.

"Obviously," Tseng agreed, looking thoughtfully at the man before him. The ability to read emotions? That was intriguing all on its own. "Of course I wouldn't ask you to put Rosalind on the spot in front of the other students. Or, for that matter, at all. Her business is, ultimately, her own."

Which completely explained why he was here this weekend, checking in on her. It was different. He was the boss.

"Would you say that she's at least been getting along with the other students?"

He would get around to wondering what the hell a Turk was doing in an Ethics class in just a moment.

"My problem," Bail repeated. "So you aren't concerned at all that this 'different version' could one day kill Leia if he ever finds out who she is?"

He refused to refer to her as "your daughter." He was a little petty that way, too.

"He won't unless you're planning to tell him," Anakin retorted. "I'm certainly not planning on letting Leia know about the connection." He tapped his fingers against his desk. "But she's already told me about your extracurricular activities, and I think you have quite enough to keep you occupied without willfully drawing Vader's attention to you further."

Without even meaning to, he'd dropped back into Vader's cadences of speech.

"I've been keeping a low profile since your former apprentice inadvertently exposed the leadership of the rebellion," Bail said. He finally sat down and leaned back in the chair, doing his best to appear so terribly casual about sitting down to chat with Vader. "Your master has a price on my head. But if you think that it's at all possible to keep Leia from involving herself, you don't know my daughter at all."

"She has Padmé's fire," Anakin said, completely dismissing any effect that growing up on Alderaan would have had upon Leia, "as well as her recklessness, and that combination will get her hurt. I'm teaching her to think a little before she reacts."

Because that was such a defining characteristic of his.

"Because you're such an expert on that," Bail said. "Or did you actually think through betraying the Jedi order and strangling your wife?"

He knew saying that could very well get him killed, but he wanted to see if Anakin had really changed like he claimed.

A coin toss had given Wolfboy the task of coming to meet Leda's ethics teacher. And the idea of Leda taking an ethics class was just weird.

He gave Anakin a polite wave when he came in, and presented him with an index card upon which was written;

HELLO, MY NAME IS WOLFBOY. I AM LEDA'S ADOPTED BROTHER. ARE YOU PROFESSOR SKYWALKER?

Medusalith had to think about that for a moment, and finally decided on, "The library. Blackagar is in the library, and he'll keep her from running off again."

Every glass in the room exploded.

"You watch your mouth," Anakin snarled.

But Bail was still breathing. So, for Anakin, this was amazing progress.

"For the most part," Anakin said, nodding. "There are a great many different opinions offered in an ethics class that crosses so many dimensions. Some times things get heated."

Anakin read the card and his eyebrows went up. "You don't speak?"

He nodded. "I will send her in that direction."

Wolfboy shook his head, then wrote on a note pad;

UNLESS YOU KNOW AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE?

If there was any one of her daughter's teachers that Devra had to meet, it was Professor Skywalker.

"Hello," she greeted warmly. "I'm Cassidy's mother. Devra."

Bail was startled, but he refused to be intimidated by the display. "You can't undo the things you've done," he said, brushing shards of glass off his leg. "And your temper hasn't changed. If I find out that you've ever hurt Leia...."

"Does that make you someone with a title as well then?" Anakin replied with a small smile.

"You never will," Anakin replied, still more than a little angry. "I'm no longer Vader. I make that choice daily."

Some days making it more of an effort than others...

"Not exactly," Devra replied, smiling slightly as she moved to take a seat. "I don't share the same caste as my daughter. She's a Queen, where as the only caste I can claim is witch."

Not that she minded. She was so very proud of her daughter.

"Completely fair," decided Tseng. "So long as their discussions have the proper supervision. And I trust that you've been making certain that heated discussions remain discussions."

It was only a hunch, really, but Tseng imagined that this man was not the sort to put up with too much trouble in his classroom.

"If you don't mind, might I ask about the presentation of your class' subject matter? It sounds to me as though you're teaching a discussion class, composed mainly of lecture and theory. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"I'm not American," Anakin replied, "so no."

He figured the hand gestures he used with the baby at home for bottle, nap, and more didn't count.

"I'm fluent in curses of most of a different galaxy, though."

"Your society's set-up is unlike anything I've encountered before," Anakin admitted.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Bail demanded. "How do I know you won't do the same thing to Leia that you did to your own wife?"

Wolfboy chuckled.

MOST OF MY CURSING ABILITY WENT OUT THE WINDOW WITH MY ABILITY TO SPEAK.

Anakin's lips quirked up slightly. "They remain very civil discussions," he said. "And it's based on how I was taught: I was given questions, thought through them on my own, and arrived at a conclusion. In a subject as subjective as ethics, what I believe to be right will be seen as hopelessly naive by one student and far too extreme by another, depending on where and how they grew up."

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