[ Sidestepping away, Anakin returns to a readied stance, balancing on the balls of his feet. ]

What they're offering you isn't really freedom. The minute you've done what they need, they'll kill you without hesitation. Do you think you're anything to them?

[ He's ready for the feint, but doesn't anticipate the knife in time and gets rewarded with a slice across the forearm. Anakin hisses in pain, drawing back. He touches the wound gingerly to see how bad it is. It's deep, but not life-threatening. ]

Did you ever stop to consider what it would cost your brothers?