Obi-Wan wasn't surprised by the Head Doctor's response; it fit in with everything he'd learned about him up until this point -- cruel, manipulative, selfish. Not only that, but the tides were certainly in his favor. Landel was the puppet master, danging them on strings to move them in ways they never would have otherwise.

He couldn't let Qui-Gon or the boy die. Even as his peaceful alternatives crumbled around him, Obi-Wan could hear his former Master's uneven breathing, close and yet horribly far away. There was only one path before him now. Taking it didn't feel right to him, but there were no other choices left. The Jedi hesitated for a split second, not wanting to thrust the lightsaber into the other patient's throat, but debating the wisdom behind letting him get up.

Only a single moment was wasted, but it was something Obi-Wan would soon regret.