Finally, the king called for silence, and the dinning hall fell silent once again. The king turned to Obi-Wan and Anakin.

"What do you say to this, Generals?"

Anakin looked at Obi-Wan to his former Master with a far off look on his face.

/Obi-Wan./

/The king asked for opinion of this./

Obi-Wan turned to the king.

"We must think on this, Your Majesty."

"I see."

Everyone was dismissed.

The two Jedi went their room, began thinking, and after a while Anakin sighed.

"I've got nothing. You?"

"No."

Anakin sank onto the couch with another sigh and watched Obi-Wan pace.

"What do we do?"

"I don't know, Anakin. Their marriage has made them traitors, but when I consider turning them in, something in me shudders and pushes it away," Obi-Wan said, stopping to look at Anakin.

The Knight nodded in agreement.

"Me too."

"If we can't turn them in, then what do we do?"

The Master sighed and resumed his pacing.

"Maybe we should just keep quiet and let them be," Anakin suggested almost meekly.

Obi-Wan stood pacing and stood still as a statue. His breathing slowed and deepened, and Anakin knew he was reaching into the Force for answers.

After a few moments, the older man turned back to him.

"We'll let them be," he said with a sigh.