He studied Obi-Wan's face when Obi-Wan flinched at the words. "Will you tell me? You don't have to, but perhaps I can help ease your pain."
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Obi-Wan sniffed and wiped his face on the corner of his robe. "Oh, that's not altogether true, and I suppose it will hurt from time to time, but I have made my choice, Master. The hardest part was understanding that there was a choice at all."
"Between being a Jedi," Qui-Gon probed cautiously, "or being something else?"
Obi-Wan smiled, a feeble effort. "No, that was Xan's question, not mine. If they denied me my knighthood and exiled me for years on a desert rock, I'd still be a Jedi. The question is, what kind of a Jedi? The one I wanted to be -- or the one the Force needs me to be?"
"Tell me what you wanted." Qui-Gon folded his hands into the sleeves of his outer tunic.
Obi-Wan brushed away a fallen thread from the band tying his braid. "A child's dream."
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Date: 2005-09-14 05:33 pm (UTC)He studied Obi-Wan's face when Obi-Wan flinched at the words. "Will you tell me? You don't have to, but perhaps I can help ease your pain."
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Obi-Wan sniffed and wiped his face on the corner of his robe. "Oh, that's not altogether true, and I suppose it will hurt from time to time, but I have made my choice, Master. The hardest part was understanding that there was a choice at all."
"Between being a Jedi," Qui-Gon probed cautiously, "or being something else?"
Obi-Wan smiled, a feeble effort. "No, that was Xan's question, not mine. If they denied me my knighthood and exiled me for years on a desert rock, I'd still be a Jedi. The question is, what kind of a Jedi? The one I wanted to be -- or the one the Force needs me to be?"
"Tell me what you wanted." Qui-Gon folded his hands into the sleeves of his outer tunic.
Obi-Wan brushed away a fallen thread from the band tying his braid. "A child's dream."