Well love is supposed to be different than anything else, isn't it? [This isn't a challenge so much as it's Anakin truly having to work through the meaning. He's said as much before, that he defines himself as both a man and a Jedi, through love. As one of their highest principles, the selflessness they're expected to practice is meant to be boundless and unconditional- both qualities of what he would describe as love.

She lifts her cup to her mouth, watching him over the rim, and Anakin takes his time pouring his own cup. Like the tea served in the temple, the color and smell are nothing like the tzai of his childhood, and his preference these days is almost exclusively caf. But far be it from Anakin to decline ritual for ritual's sake.] I thought it was the things that made love different that made it special.

[Love and selflessness. Love and sacrifice. Love is supposed to make a person better than they are... isn't it? Anakin too reaches for a cube of sugar, putting one directly into his mouth only to drop another into his tea. It clicks against his teeth as he rolls it around on his tongue- but it's now that his eyes flick up to Jill's face, as if they're sharing a kind of private joke.] But I don't know what you are to me yet, Jill. It's only the second time we've met.