I let Kasari sleep in my bed again. Once again, I took the floor. It was nights like those where I would have liked to sleep in an actual bed. Somehow, I couldn't keep what she had said at dinner out of my mind. Jedi were meant to protect, that's what she wanted the power to do.

I remembered Master's words. There will be a new order one day. A Jedi order needs Jedi. How do we know that the new order would come while I was still around. I could be dead by the time it formed. What good would it be to have trained me way back when? I may become one with the Force, but really. Obi-wan's precious knowledge that he had given me would die with thought really shook me to the bone.

Still, I firmly believed that taking Kasari in as my Padawan would be a mistake. I couldn't train her and work my hospital job. I couldn't train her and live too close to civilization. Still, I also thought about passing down the Jedi teachings to her. Then, I could one day die knowing that I had left something valuable behind. I rolled over onto my side and went to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my muscles screamed in pain. The floor had not been kind to me. Kasari was still asleep, she looked so peaceful and comfortable that I almost felt okay with sleeping on the floor. I prepared a simple breakfast for the two of us. I heaved a sigh of relief because I didn't have work that day, thank The Force. I highly doubted I could have taken on more interaction with people today. I don't think you would know this, but even Jedi can be utterly useless when they are tired.

When she woke up and saw me, she began pleading again. I sighed, if I had any sense at all, I would have kicked her out of my apartment, but my heart is always quite a bit softer than my head, so I ended up letting her stay.

She was so passionate about becoming a Jedi that it still stunned me. She seemed to want to do almost everything by the book. She pointed to where she wanted to weave her Jedi braid, described what her imaginary lightsaber looked like, and babbled on and on about fighting injustice. As she talked, I felt my hand subconsciously tug on the lock of hair that had once been my braid. I could feel the weight of my lightsaber crystal that hung from a chain around my neck.

When I thought about it, that necklace that I wore carried the key element of a Jedi's weapon. If I focused on the weight, I could feel how heavy it was. Honestly, considering that it was a tiny crystal, it was pretty light, but it weighed heavily on my soul. I could feel it, it symbolized my past, I could have thrown it all away and forget the Jedi ever existed, but I didn't. The past was a burden that I was glad and brokenhearted to carry. No doubt, taking her as an apprentice would be the weight of the future on my shoulders, but wouldn't it be worth it?

Obi-wan was willing to teach me, even just after he had lost his previous apprentice to the dark side. What guarantee did he have that I wouldn't turn out the same as Skywalker? What promised that I would be worth training? Maybe, to Master, the possibility of the success of training a Jedi outweighs all else.

Kasari finished her ramblings and her breakfast was untouched because she had been using her mouth just to talk. My breakfast, also untouched, I had been lost in deep thought. "Just so you know," She said. "I'm still not going to stop." I released a half laugh. Persistence. "I'm begging you, take me as your padawan!" I didn't say anything for a moment, I just sat there, chin in my palms, still trying to wake up. "Alright, I'll take you as my apprentice." I said casually.

She froze, "Huh?" She seemed to force the word out. Only a second passes and she's already so much like her master. My tired mind thought. "You heard me." I continue. "From today forward, you are a padawan. That makes me your master." As I said the words, I realized the gravity of what I'd decided. The words were out in the open now, I couldn't take them back. I probably was making a huge mistake. Kasari's eyes were wide and she reacted with excited cheers and accidently force-shattering her plate.

I sighed, I would have been irked at her, but I couldn't be. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said hugging me really tightly. She was so excited that I think she was force-crushing my ribs. "Okay, control yourself, Padawan." I said to her, just like how Obi-wan used to say to me. "Keep in mind." I said holding her at arm's length, "I'm barely a Jedi and I've never taught anyone in my life. We're learning together." She nodded excitedly. "Yes, Master!" I could sense that she was testing this word out, just as I had done with the word "Padawan." Both words seemed so strange and yet almost natural.

"Remember," I reminded her, after she'd calmed down. "You'll need to be patient. I don't totally have all of this planned out." She nodded again. As I looked at her, I could feel the bond forming, it was weak, like a thread. Only time would strengthen it. "First things first." I said in a voice of authority, "We now have a bond. To make it grow, as far as I know, we need to understand and trust each other." And that was how Kasari's Jedi training began.

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