Disclaimer- Bruck Chun and Bant belong to Dave Wolverton. Nield and Cerasi belong to Jude Watson. Owen…he either belongs to Georgie or to Jude Watson. I found him in JA#3 and the novel for ROTJ (although in there it says that Obi took Luke to his brother Owen and in AOTC Owen is Anakin's brother. Hmm.) Hmm… I, the stupid creator of this fic, own anything and anyone that isn't owned.

Since nobody knows what Obi-Wan's home world is (or is it just me?) I've made his parents and the home world the same as the ones in my other SW story Decadence. But if you know his parents' names and his home world, I would like to know. Thanks.

Anything medical in this part or anything involving hypnotic-regression is not researched. That bit I used is solely based on my improvising of the books I've read (Dean Koontz's False Memory) or the TV shows or movies I've seen (K-PAX, So Weird, etc…).

100 plus reviews… thank you so much!

~Blazer~
July 27, 2002

BREATHE

PART NINE:

FLASHBACK (PART ONE)

Something was wrong with Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon could sense that, even though Obi-Wan had shut a shield over his thoughts and their bond. It only puzzled Qui-Gon, but he decided to let Obi-Wan have some time. He deserved all the time in the world.

It had been a week since Obi-Wan had woken from his "coma." Qui-Gon had tried to be with the young man every second but he got the feeling that his Padawan wanted to be left alone, because Obi-Wan didn't speak to him when he visited. The older Jedi respected that as first, even though it pained him. He wanted so much to bear his love upon his son, but it seemed Obi-Wan would have none of it.

Qui-Gon was becoming seriously worried. For the past five days and a half, Obi-Wan had spoken to no one. He was still in the infirmary, although the only machine attached to him was the heart monitor. What worried the Master more was that Veira Dirmond had expressed grave concern over Obi-Wan's mental health and the fact he had not eaten for the past three days.

The Jedi was scared stiff. He found that having Anakin around soothed him and calmed his thoughts by not letting them travel to Obi-Wan's decadent health. He spent most of his days with Anakin, focusing on teaching the boy the ways of the Jedi and his connection to the living Force. Anakin was diligent student and a quick learner.

The day Obi-Wan had awoke, Qui-Gon had been with Anakin, teaching him the importance of meditation. He was watching Anakin struggle into a meditative state when his commlink had signaled him. He had answered it slowly, reluctant to have anything take away from his time when Anakin.

His attitude had quickly changed when Veira Dirmond had explained Obi-Wan was waking up. With not even a glance at Anakin, Qui-Gon had jumped up and had raced to the infirmary.

But his relief was turning into puzzlement and worry. Obi-Wan was not eating and speaking. Whenever Qui-Gon visited him, the young man would just turn the other way and curl up slightly, his eyes staying on the other wall. When Qui-Gon stood and went around to the other side, he found Obi-Wan staring at the wall with glazed eyes. And no matter what Qui-Gon did, he could not make Obi-Wan respond to anything.

Qui-Gon sat in Veira Dirmond's office, worried and upset. Veira paced around the room, concern written on every feature.

"He needs to see a Mind Healer," she decided. "When he was in that coma something must have happened to him. Now that he's awake he can't get away from it. If he doesn't start eating we'll have to feed him through a tube and I don't know how he'll react to that."

"He was fine when he woke up," Qui-Gon protested.

"I think it was the initial shock of being awake and of seeing you that kept him out of this state when he woke," Veira said. "Something had to have happened in his mind when he was in the coma. It wasn't something good, believe me. For a month and a half he made no responses to anything, not the Force, anything. I'm worried he was trapped in some sort of nightmare and that's what kept him in the coma."

"That can happen?"

Veira sighed. "Yes, I'm afraid. I had a patient many years ago…it took a mind healer to break him out of his nightmarish state." She glanced out of her office and at the bed where Obi-Wan lay. His was curled in the fetal position and was staring blankly ahead at the wall, his eyes vacant. "Qui-Gon, I'm sorry to say this, but that patient was never the same again. He was on a mission and was injured during a massive battle that cost him the life of his Padawan. When he awoke from his coma and the Mind Healer found out the cause, he was too far from being helped. He was a Jedi and he committed suicide." She winced when she saw the effect on him.

Qui-Gon sucked in his breath and went out of the room to stand by Obi-Wan's bed. Veira watched sadly as he pulled up a chair and placed it in front of Obi-Wan's eyes. Heavily, Qui-Gon sat down. He stared into Obi-Wan's eyes and reached out to take his apprentice's hand. It was limp in his large hand.

Obi-Wan was thin and frail looking in the bed. He hadn't been slender when he had gone into the coma, but now he was plain skinny. The white blankets were wrapped around him tightly. The only move he ever made in front of Qui-Gon was to wrap the blanket more snugly around him. They were up to his neck and looked so tight Qui-Gon was half-convinced the man was going to strangle himself.

Closing his eyes, he called out to Veira softly. "He killed the Sith. He was horrible looking. I was startled myself when I first saw him. Do you think…do you think it's a nightmare of the Sith that didn't allow him to wake up? Do you think the thought of him has made Obi-Wan act…like this?"

"It's for a Mind Healer to find out, Qui-Gon," Veira said back, not unkindly. "I know you think you're too strong for Mind Healers, Qui-Gon, but right now Obi-Wan needs them. If he doesn't start eating by tonight I have to hook him to an IV."

Qui-Gon looked at the horrible blankness in his Padawan's eyes and something inside him crumbled. Even though Veira was watching, he scooted the chair closer and laid his head on the space of the bed beside Obi-Wan's legs. He heard Veira slip out of the room and was grateful. Gently, he placed Obi-Wan's hand back on the bed.

Letting a wrenched cry escape, he put his face in his hands and finally let his silent tears out.

~*~*~*~

"Let me go!" Obi-Wan screamed.

He was going to go insane. The blackness was suffocating him. He was trapped in it and it seemed to fill his lungs and allow no space for air. He threw himself to one side and his shoulder was jarred painfully. He reeled back and bounced into another wall. He screamed again and began to pound the invincible black wall in anger and frustration.

"Where am I?" he screamed. "I know you're here! Enhrida, answer me! Where am I? Let me go, let me go!" He pounded the black wall, knowing if he stopped he would fall down and sob like a baby. He pounded the wall savagely, his eyes feverish.

"Answer me!" he screamed. "For the life of you, answer me!" He pushed away from the way and hit the other one with his back. Furious, he turned and kicked it. Shaking, he twisted to the side and went forward. He screamed in frustration when he ran into yet another invincible wall. Yelling, he began to attack the wall with his fist and feet.

After a long time he was aware of his knuckles aching and his feet tiring. Panting, he moved away from the wall and collapsed back against another one. He slid to the ground, his head going in his hands. He cursed himself for his lack of control.

But he knew he would not be able to stand another confinement such as the one that had kept him in a coma for a month and a half. Those days had been filled with scared thoughts and boredom that had previously been beyond his comprehension. And of course the darkness that had never left, not even when he was asleep. If he had those conditions again…he would go mad.

He couldn't figure it out. When he had awoken from the coma, everything had seemed like a bad dream. But still shaken by the dream, Obi-Wan had not mentioned Enhrida to Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon had been with him every second after he had awoken and it had been heaven. He was eager to be up and about again, but Veira had insisted they keep him two weeks for observation. His body was weak, she said. She said his legs needed to regain back their strength so she had him on a PT program that consisted of walking on a treadmill an hour a day. It was boring, but he did it anyway.

Then, one night when Qui-Gon had left for the night, he had gone to sleep and when he had awoken, he was once again in that room of darkness. He again didn't know how much time had passed since he had awoken, but he knew he was slowly slipping away from sanity. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing was too much for him.

At first he had talked to himself aloud. It helped him, hearing his own voice and something else besides the silence. But after a short time he stopped, horrified. He had heard stories that talking to one's self was a step to insanity. And the thought of insanity petrified him.

Gasping, Obi-Wan ran his hands through his hair. What did Enhrida want from him? He had said Obi-Wan was special…he had said that Obi-Wan had gifts. What gifts? Well, the Force was a gift, but Obi-Wan was sure the Enhrida was Force-sensitive. At that moment Obi-Wan didn't want to be special or have gifts or even be Force-sensitive. All he wanted was Qui-Gon.

"Help me!" he screamed in despair, his voice sounding like a wounded animal's.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask," a voice said suddenly. Obi-Wan felt numb. It was Enhrida's voice. He glanced around, but there was just darkness. He jumped to his feet and raised his hands in a defensive position, just in case.

"Hello, Obi-Wan Kenobi," said the voice stiffly. "Welcome. Do you like your accommodations?" Enhrida just laughed when Obi-Wan didn't reply. "I didn't think you would. Have you missed me?" Again there was no response. "That's too bad, really, it is. You're going to be hearing a lot more of me. Believe it or not, I really don't care.

"But we have a deal to discuss."

"No," Obi-Wan shouted. "I'm discussing anything with you. What do you want with me? I didn't tell anyone! What did I do?"

Suddenly he felt a cold shiver snake up his spine.

"You killed my apprentice."

Obi-Wan just stared in the darkness and made no move.

"You killed my apprentice, the Sith."

~*~*~*~

"Thank you for coming so quickly," Veira said. The Mind Healer was a human female named Kita Orit. She looked a bit older than Obi-Wan with fiery orange hair with eyes a bit darker. Her face was kind and her eyes were full of compassion. "Come to my office, please."

Veira ushered Kita to her office. She glanced at Obi-Wan in the bed as she walked by.

Qui-Gon was waiting for her in the office. "This is Mind Healer Kita Orit," Veira introduced. "Kita, this is Master Qui-Gon Jinn. His Padawan is the being in question." Qui-Gon shook hands quickly and looked at Veira impatiently.

"The young man's name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," Veira said, nodding out towards the door. "Almost two months ago, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were involved in a battle against a Sith Lord." Kita blinked a bit at the title. "Qui-Gon was injured and unable to continue in the battle. Obi-Wan took over and killed the Sith. Qui-Gon, do you want…?"

Qui-Gon picked up. "I was struck through the stomach and was dying. I don't know how long I was down. The battle had been going on for at least twenty minutes when I struck. Obi-Wan was trapped on the other side of an energy wall when I was injured. I was down for maybe five minutes when Obi-Wan defeated the Sith and came over to me.

"He Force-healed me and took on some of my wound. I didn't want him to. He did stop after a couple of minutes. He called someone and then I blacked out. I didn't know, but Obi-Wan had called some medics and had directed them to us. They immediately took us on a ship and transported us to the Temple."

Veira took over. "Qui-Gon woke about a week after they were brought in. Obi-Wan fell into a type of coma and he didn't wake up until two weeks ago. He seemed fine for about four days after he woke up. He was talking and eating. Five days ago he stopped talking. Three days ago he stopped eating. He's awake but there's this glazed kind of look in his eyes, and he doesn't respond to anyone or anything."

Kita was silent. She looked at Qui-Gon. "How old is he?"

"Twenty-five," Qui-Gon said readily. His heart seemed to constrict when he said the years. He had been Obi-Wan's Master for almost half of the young man's life.

Kita glanced back. "May I see him?" she asked. Veira nodded and they followed her as she went over to the young man. Kita crouched down so she was eye level with him. Kita found herself looking into these dead eyes that continued to stare as though he were staring straight through the woman. Kita snapped her fingers in front of him. There was no jerk or anything. She clapped her hands loudly by his ears. Again, there was no movement.

Kita sighed. "Does he sleep?" she asked, standing up.

"Around midnight he goes to sleep and his eyes open at about six in the morning," Veira said. "It's been the same every night. "

Kita's eyes roamed over Obi-Wan's thin frame. "Has he been you apprentice since he was thirteen?" she asked Qui-Gon.

Smiling a bit, Qui-Gon said, "Yes."

"I want to do a physical," Kita said. "And I want his patient history. Has his mental health ever been in question?"

Qui-Gon frowned. "No. He doesn't even like Temple Healers. He thinks Mind Healers are for 'nut-cases'. He said that a year ago, I think."

Kita laughed. "That's terrible." She glanced at Veira. "Can you get the history, Veira? The sooner I get a diagnosis, the better." Veira quickly scurried to her office. Kita turned back to Qui-Gon. "Has he had any serious injuries in the past, like a broken neck or something?"

"No," Qui-Gon answered immediately. "He broke both his legs once, though. He's been bruised, and cut, but not more so than the average Jedi. I think he's been very fortunate, truth be told."

The Mind Healer nodded seriously. "Okay, then. Have there been any missions that seemed to affect him in a troubling way? Did something happen to him on a mission that could still be hurting him?"

At this Qui-Gon had to stop and think. "You mean recently?"

"Since you first accepted him as you apprentice. "

And at that Qui-Gon had to sigh. They had been on so many missions and had lost many good friends. They had seen so much death and destruction. He had to think a long way back to get to Obi-Wan's first year under his tutelage. He suddenly frowned. "There was an incident that happened when he was thirteen…"

"Yes?" Kita said eagerly. He proceeded to tell the circumstances of which Obi-Wan had come under his guidance. He explained about Bandomeer and Xanatos, and the mine. He told her how he had been reluctant to take on a Padawan, and how he had held back understanding from Obi-Wan for a long time.

"And then there was Melida/Daan…"

"Melida/Daan?" Kita repeated. "What happened?"

And he told her about Cerasi and Nield and how Obi-Wan had left the Order to join their cause. He spoke passionately about Obi-Wan's loyalty to their cause and the death of Cerasi, who he was sure Obi-Wan had loved. He told the circumstances of the young girl's death and how Obi-Wan had been heartbroken.

Kita bit her lip. "I have a suggestion, Qui-Gon, but it's a bit dangerous and I don't know if it will work. "

"What?"

"It's hypnotic-regression," Kita explained. Before Qui-Gon could say anything, she went on. "I want to regress him back to when he was thirteen. Maybe it's something about that girl's death that has caused all this to happen. I don't know. I want to go through each year until now. Maybe something traumatic happened and you didn't know."

Qui-Gon could scarcely breathe. He looked at Obi-Wan. There was nothing. He was thinner and his complexion ashy. His heart ached and he spoke, not taking his eyes off the young man. "Will it work?"

"I may need your help, but I think so. "

"And if it doesn't?"

There was a pause. "Will he wake up?" Qui-Gon repeated. "Will he talk to me?"

"I hope, Qui-Gon, I hope."

~*~*~*~

"Put your fingertips on his temples," Kita instructed. She stood behind Qui-Gon, her face grave.

Qui-Gon leaned over the bed and rested his fingertips lightly on both side of his Padawan's head. It was one in the morning and Obi-Wan was asleep. Soft lights filtered through their shades and made Obi-Wan just visible. He was on his back and facing his Master.

"I want you to send a quick Force charge through him," Kita said. "Make it quick and powerful."

Closing his eyes, Qui-Gon summoned his energy and directed through his fingertips into Obi-Wan. He kept it up for a second, then stopped the flow.

As soon as the Force waves stopped, Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open and he jerked against Qui-Gon's fingers. He began to breathe harshly, his throat ragged and breathe heavy. His eyes darted around and found Qui-Gon's. For a split second Qui-Gon could see the fear in his Padawan's eyes.

Kita was fast. She pushed Qui-Gon away and began to speak slowly and softly, her own fingertips now resting on the man's head. "My name is Kita, Obi-Wan. I'm a Mind Healer. I'm going to count to three and when I get to three you're going to close your eyes and be in a trance state." She concentrated her own powers on Obi-Wan. "One…two…three." She shot the Force through her fingertips.

Obi-Wan jerked, then lay still. Qui-Gon strained and saw his eyes slip close. He held his breath, waiting. "What is your name?" Kita asked, backing off.

There was a pause and for a second Qui-Gon had a horrible feeling that Kita had sent him back into a coma.

"My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi," the young man said suddenly.

~*~*~*~

After Enhrida left, Obi-Wan sat curled in a ball for a long time. His face was grim in the darkness. He counted silently, waiting for what Enhrida had promised him. Obi-Wan was afraid to let his hopes up. He didn't like Enhrida and he sure as fire didn't trust him.

He kept his eyes on the wall in front of him. His began to get anxious. It had been ten minutes. Five more minutes and the wall made Obi-Wan want to top himself right there.

Two minutes. If Enhrida didn't make due on his promise should slide up…if Enhrida hadn't been lying, that is.

He felt dead. What Enhrida wanted of him was too much. He was a Sith Lord. He didn't want to kill. He was a Jedi. Jedi did not kill. But the Sith wanted him to kill. Why, Obi-Wan didn't know. The only thing he knew was that it was someone he knew and he didn't want to. The thought of killing someone he didn't know left him cold and numb. The thought of killing this person… Obi-Wan would scream.

He realized then how desperate he was and the greatness of Enhrida's power. Not just the lightning in his fingers, but in the sense that keeping Obi-Wan locked up on darkness would do damage to his soul and send him close to the edge. In that way Enhrida was great.

Just one more minute…

Obi-Wan began to shake. He watched the blackness, sensing the wall through its cold grip. He watched it obsessively, and the minute seemed to stretch on and on. He counted slowly, then was convinced he was counting too slow, then sped up, then was afraid he was counting too fast. He backtracked to thirty-five and continued the count at a mild pace.

He sped up again and when he got to fifty-two heard a funny sound grind in the darkness. He jerked and strained his ears. A blaze of light hit his eyes and he cried out. Shielding his eyes he was able to see that the light was coming from a small slit at the bottom of the wall. His eyes grew used to the light, and he impatiently waited for the slit to widen, but it did not.

After a few minutes he grew angry. "Enhrida! Enhrida, what happened?"

"You wanted light, I gave you light," came the Sith's voice.

"You said you would give me a picture!" Obi-Wan screamed. "You said you would let me see through my eyes! You lied!"

"To see a picture you'll have to give me more, Obi-Wan," Enhrida said.

At that point Obi-Wan was craving light so badly he didn't care what it cost. "What do you want?"

"Everything," Enhrida said.

"What?" Obi-Wan shouted in frustrated confusion. He looked at the fusion of colors in longing. Was Qui-Gon on the other side of that wall?

"Your gift," said the Sith. "I want it."

Obi-Wan started. He glanced at the light again. If what Enhrida had said was true, then what he wanted was too valuable to give up. His hand drifted over his heart, and he sat back down. "Why?"

"Don't anger me, Obi-Wan."

Still fuming, Obi-Wan looked again at the light. The darkness was so suffocating. Enhrida had said his gift was great. Obi-Wan hadn't had a chance to try it, and he didn't want to. Only grief and suffering could come out of what Enhrida wanted. What did he want it for? Obi-Wan had a hunch, but he didn't dare guess.

"You have twenty more seconds to make up your mind," Enhrida said.

The need to do right and the need to see battled inside him. He wanted to tear the wall down and see what was happening. Five more days was just too long. It was either now or he would die before he was able to see again. He wanted to see Qui-Gon before he died. He wanted to touch everything and see the sun again before his time came.

"Ten seconds," Enhrida warned.

But he was a Jedi. It was his duty to stop Enhrida, and too stop the suffering of other if possible…

"Five," Enhrida said.

Or was it?

"Two," counted Enhrida.

"Take it!" Obi-Wan screamed.

~*~*~*~

"Where are you right now, Obi-Wan?" Kita asked, glancing at Qui-Gon and sliding her eyes towards the door. Qui-Gon ignored the signal, his eyes locked on Obi-Wan.

"Where am I?" Obi-Wan repeated his voice dead.

"Tell me where you are," Kita ordered.

"I don't know." Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders. "Somewhere dark? It's cold."

"Do you know where you are?" Kita asked.

"Do I?" Obi-Wan wondered. Qui-Gon glanced at Kita, confused. She shrugged.

"Tell me if you know where you are."

"I don't know," Obi-Wan said, frustration in his voice. "Maybe. It's dark and cold. I don't like it."

"Tell me if there's anyone there with you," Kita said.

"No. There's no one. It's just me…"

"Tell me if you remember my name. "

"Kita. You're a Mind Healer. Why do I need to see a Mind Healer?"

"That's just my title. I'm a friend. Can you remember back to when you were a child?"

Obi-Wan frowned. "Do I?"

"Tell me if you remember when you were child."

"A little."

"Tell me what your home planet is."

"Textri." Kita glanced at Qui-Gon, who nodded.

"Tell me when you came the Temple."

"Three. I think. " Another glance, another nod.

"Tell me your parents names. Tell me your sibling's name. "

"Kodal? Calee? I can't remember. My brother's name is Owen." Qui-Gon nodded an affirmative.

"Good. Tell me if you remember anything before you came to the Temple."

Obi-Wan jerked his head. "Owen's hair is brown."

Kita smiled. "Good." She led him through each year, asking if something had happened to him in that year. He usually gave some funny answer, like he had been picked on or something. When she got to ten, he went rigid and didn't answer. "Obi-Wan? Did something happen that year?"

"Did it?" Obi-Wan mumbled, jerking in the sheets.

"Tell me what happened that year."

"I don't want to," Obi-Wan responded in a mutter. Qui-Gon rose his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

"Why not?" Obi-Wan repeated.

"Tell me why not."

Obi-Wan whimpered. "Something bad happened."

"Tell me what happened," Kita said gently.

Again, Obi-Wan whimpered. Qui-Gon went to the door. "I need to look in the Archives," he said quickly. "I'll be right back." He ran down the corridor.

"I went on a trip to Reni with my class," Obi-Wan muttered. "I didn't want to go. Reni's more than twenty parsecs away. It was long and boring. We landed and went into the forest to camp. Reni is beautiful but deadly. I went on a hike with Bant and some others. We didn't have the Master's permission but we went anyway.

"Something happened. Someone tripped. He grabbed at me and tried to hold himself up but couldn't. We fell down this hole. It was long and dark. I was scared. We were falling so fast. I tried to grab a hold but couldn't. I remember thinking that it had been the other boy's entire fault. I wanted him to die at the moment. I mean, I really wanted him to die. I was clutching my chest and thinking it so hard. I even had all these ways of him dying in my head. The one that was most dominant in my mind was he landing before me and cushioning my fall while he died.

"He had fell before me so he landed before me. He died instantly, but I…I landed on him…I broke both my legs and cracked my collarbone.

"They said it wasn't my fault. They said it was an accident. But I was thinking it so hard…I was thinking it so hard I was scared. What if I caused it? What if somehow I had caused his death? Nobody blamed me, not even Bruck Chun, who hated me. They all thought it was an accident…I never told anyone what I was thinking.

"My anger took control of my thoughts. What if I caused his death? What if he had landed somewhere else? Would he have still died? Would I have died if I had not landed on him?"

Obi-Wan was breathing harshly and struggling in his sheets. "Please stop, Obi-Wan," Kita said. "I'm going to count to three and you're going to wake up." She hoped that now when she woke him up he would talk. It was highly possible. "One…two…three."

He suddenly laid still and his eyes opened. They moved over the room once, and then his expression turned as blank as his eyes. He shivered and wrapped the blanket more tightly around him. He lay down and turned away from Kita, his eyes on the wall.

"Obi-Wan?" Kita got no response. "No, Obi-Wan…"

She was aware of Qui-Gon entering the room, some papers in his hands. "What happened?" he demanded.

"This was too much for him for one day," she sighed. "We can try again tomorrow night." She glanced at the papers. "What's that?"

"The Archives papers," Qui-Gon explained. He sat next to Obi-Wan and closed his eyes. "He was awake, Kita. He was talking. I can't tell you how wonderful it was to hear his voice, to see his eyes actually looking." Kita looked at him compassionately, which reminded him of his papers. "Did he tell you about Reni and that boy Kai Jiyro?"

"He told me about the incident, yes," Kita answered.

"Do you think that could be the cause?" Qui-Gon asked anxiously.

A sigh echoed in the room. "I really don't know, Qui-Gon. He was so afraid…"

"Does he blame himself?" Kita explained the feelings of guilt at Qui-Gon's question. The Jedi Master shook his head amazed. "When I took him as my Padawan, I knew he blamed himself for anything gone wrong that he was involved in, but this is too much. He was a ten-year-old! No ten-year-old has that power." He handed her the papers. "The incident was chronicled. Obi-Wan and Kai Jiyro are mentioned by name."

She scanned the papers. "The Master who took them was Warol Orral. I want to talk to him immediately."

"Why?"

Kita looked uncertain. "You weren't here, Qui-Gon. The way Obi-Wan described the experience was so real. He truly believed he caused Kai's death. Maybe if we get Warol to talk to him, he can drive some sense into Obi-Wan." She saw his questioning look and explained. "If Obi-Wan really did cause Kai's death, then Warol would have felt it through the Force. Warol can say he felt nothing. "

"That's great!" Qui-Gon exclaimed. "Then he'll wake up-"

"Or it might not be that event," Kita interrupted gently. "We still have a long way to go, Qui-Gon."

"I know, "Qui-Gon muttered. "I know."

~*~*~*~

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