It was a strange feeling having his body being tossed around. Jason hit the tree, the air knocked out of him, a hand going to his neck again as he felt the pressure ease. He coughed and massaged the area, blinking until his vision cleared. The smell of smoke made it pretty obvious what Anakin was doing now.

"Obi-wan would fuckin' die for you," he rasped out. "If you don't know that, you don't know him." Jason coughed again, making sure to hold still so he wasn't anywhere near that lightsaber. He focused hard on keeping his Omen out of this confrontation. "And if you think I'd ever wanna change that, you don't know me."

Jason paused to let his throat get some rest. "There's no me versus you in this, Anakin. Obi-wan's got room for us both and anybody else he cares about. Or are you gonna stand there and try tellin' me he don't have anyone but you in this whole goddamn place?"