Some people... are drawn to the light as surely as flowers that bend toward the sun. (Master & Apprentice, Claudia Gray)


Melida/Daan is a blasted, bleeding, Force-cursed mess and when it's all over, Obi-wan doesn't think he could ever be part of that sort of conflict again. But in the troubled hours of the night when he's gritting his way through some dream, he's found himself in many a conflict. Most of them just like this one.

"Thanks, but no."

Qui-gon is stunned into silence. The lad is a walking sick-bay, scratched and stained with a mixture of blood, sweat, dust, and grime. His shoulders are slouched, his strength is obviously spent and he looks as if the slightest breeze would send him tumbling.

But the tired smile and the impossibly bright eyes belie all of it. "I think I'd rather stay with the AgriCorps. Grow plants and all of that."

Despite himself, Qui-gon offers him a wry smile. "And all of that?"

Kenobi says nothing and surveys the desolation around them. They stand there for a long while. When Qui-gon finally leads him away, he thinks he understands what all of that means.