Anakin hadn't been willing to leave, not really. He already missed his mother, and couldn't understand why she couldn't come too. He was sure he could have found something of worth to give Watto for her. Or the Zabrak could have.

He wasn't even sure what was happening. Sure his implant had been disabled. And he wasn't on Tatooine. But he was also mostly being ignored, and was feeling a little lost and very alone and also cold. No one had ever told him space was cold. He didn't even think he'd ever been cold before - and he didn't like it.

But once Garth'zel had come from the cockpit, Anakin had snapped to and watched him intensely. Even if he was staying just out of arm's reach. At the question, he shook his head 'no'. "I can't read. Or write. I know how to do some number. And fix stuff. I'm really good at fixing stuff."