Obi-Wan turned to watch him go, his eyebrows sharply furrowing. "Hey, where are you going?" he said, but it was too late - the scarred man had made his way towards the other side of the room, and the Jedi didn't feel like chasing after him.
Back-stabbing is the order of the day, he'd said. Obi-Wan frowned, unsure of what to make of the man. While it was obvious the older prisoner was going out of his way to be irritating, the Jedi couldn't get a feel for his intentions beyond that. He certainly didn't give off any malicious vibes, but there was still something strange about the whole situation. It was a little unsettling.
Well, he'd have time to think about the offer, discuss it with Qui-Gon, and get his opinion on the matter. It was certainly an interesting prospect, either way.
Besides, Obi-Wan realized he now had the time to meditate by himself, which had been his initial reason for talking with the man. But the Sun Room was a lot busier than it had been when Obi-Wan had first arrived. On one side of the room, a prisoner with long, reddish hair looked like he was literally on the brink of insanity. On the other, a nurse had just finished scolding a larger, angry prisoner and was now wheeling him off to who knew where.
But then he turned his gaze onto Qui-Gon and saw the Jedi Master had finished his mediations and was apparently conversing with the other patients. Despite all the activity going on around them, Qui-Gon was the perfect picture of serenity. Just looking at him smoothed out the lines on Obi-Wan's face, and his expression softened considerably. Even though Obi-Wan's training was more or less over, Qui-Gon still served as a steady constant in his life that he could always turn to.
Really, Obi-Wan knew he was blessed in a lot of ways, even if he was probably fated to keep his feelings tightly locked in place, never to see the light of day. Simply knowing Qui-Gon was a great privilege, being his friend a great honor. It was a gift beyond price that he would always cherish.
With that comforting thought, Obi-Wan settled into a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and began to take deep, slow breaths...
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Back-stabbing is the order of the day, he'd said. Obi-Wan frowned, unsure of what to make of the man. While it was obvious the older prisoner was going out of his way to be irritating, the Jedi couldn't get a feel for his intentions beyond that. He certainly didn't give off any malicious vibes, but there was still something strange about the whole situation. It was a little unsettling.
Well, he'd have time to think about the offer, discuss it with Qui-Gon, and get his opinion on the matter. It was certainly an interesting prospect, either way.
Besides, Obi-Wan realized he now had the time to meditate by himself, which had been his initial reason for talking with the man. But the Sun Room was a lot busier than it had been when Obi-Wan had first arrived. On one side of the room, a prisoner with long, reddish hair looked like he was literally on the brink of insanity. On the other, a nurse had just finished scolding a larger, angry prisoner and was now wheeling him off to who knew where.
But then he turned his gaze onto Qui-Gon and saw the Jedi Master had finished his mediations and was apparently conversing with the other patients. Despite all the activity going on around them, Qui-Gon was the perfect picture of serenity. Just looking at him smoothed out the lines on Obi-Wan's face, and his expression softened considerably. Even though Obi-Wan's training was more or less over, Qui-Gon still served as a steady constant in his life that he could always turn to.
Really, Obi-Wan knew he was blessed in a lot of ways, even if he was probably fated to keep his feelings tightly locked in place, never to see the light of day. Simply knowing Qui-Gon was a great privilege, being his friend a great honor. It was a gift beyond price that he would always cherish.
With that comforting thought, Obi-Wan settled into a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and began to take deep, slow breaths...