Tahl's death had changed their relationship forever. Qui Gon was even more quiet and inward than he had been before. Sometimes he seemed to forget that Obi-Wan existed at all. Obi-Wan tried to be strong, for his master's sake, but it was slowly killing him; eroding away at everything he had once believed was true. They hadn't gone on a mission since, and Obi-Wan was forced to spend his time wandering around the Jedi temple, thinking. It was the thinking that hurt him. That was another change. He had always believed that thinking was good, but now he understood the old saying "In much wisdom there is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow". He thought too much, that was the only way to explain it. Everything that had ever happened to him, every stupid or embarrassing moment; everything wrong he had ever done, it all came back to him. He thought back to things he had done was he was young and still training in the temple. He thought of stupid comments he had made, that he was sure no body else remembered; but it didn't matter because he remembered. Most of all, Obi-Wan thought of the days surrounding Tahl's death. Obi-Wan was depressed, and that was something the other Jedi didn't understand. Everyone had noticed it, and at first they ruled it off as mourning for Tahl. Now even the council was worried. They had devoted a portion of a meeting to the topic, but nothing had been resolved.

Obi-Wan watched a group of young children playing games with the force. Their teacher smiled and prodded them onward. She had even asked Obi-Wan if he wanted to join in, but he had refused. He watched them. They were so young and bright; they were innocent. They didn't understand death, or pain. One day, he knew, they would, and this thought only made him sadder. He finally reached a point where he couldn't watch them, and he got up to go. Only, he had no where to go. He had already exhausted every room, waiting for Qui Gon to regain his normality. Then something flicked across him mind. Conventionally, he would have refused it right off, but the time since Tahl's death had desensitized everything in him, and he smiled. He had somewhere to go now.

He walked confidently down the halls, not letting on that he was going to leave the temple. He was going to tour Coruscant, and nobody could stop him. He had seen Coruscant before, many times, but this would be different. He had heard from many people that the lower levels of the city were crime ridden and dangerous. Adrenaline was just the thing he needed, he decided. Plus, he had heard that a good game of sabacc could be found down there. He smiled, no longer caring if the Jedi Masters would disapprove. For the first time in a long time, he was going to have fun.


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