Part Two: It's A Personal Matter
I grabbed my cloak and left the condo in a rush. The corridors were quiet, like usual at the late hour. I was met by many young clan members, who were training in the early morn of 0300. It wasn't something they couldn't get used to, a Jedi's life was hard, whether people thought of it as it wasn't. I placed my hood atop my head, and continued to the docking bay of the Temple. I tried to ignore running into any other Jedi. But I was soon stopped by a tall figure. It was Master Windu.
"Going somewhere, Obi-Wan?" his look was unchanged.
"Yes, Master."
"It must be for an important reason, if your apprentice is nowhere in sight, Obi-Wan," he looked around in search for my apprentice.
I looked at him, sympathy and concern in my eyes. I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him, but I couldn't. "It's personal, Master."
Mace looked down for a second then turned his attention across the hall. Master Yoda was observing us with curiosity.
"Please, Master. I must attend to it," I pleaded.
"Very well," Mace sighed. "You may go."
"Thank you, Master." I bowed.
I scurried away. Mace watched as I disappeared around the corner. Yoda met up with the other Master shortly after.
"Going somewhere, he is," Yoda acknowledged.
After a slight hesitation, Mace looked to the small master. "Yes. Personal, as he states it."
"Much like Qui-Gon he is. Always looking to the future, but still living in the present. Do him well it will."
"But he has mixed feelings," Mace addressed.
"Yes. He does. Sensed it I have. Comes from his apprentice it does. Clouded both their future's may be, but more for Obi-Wan if too attached to Qui-Gon's death he gets. Yet, there is more there than is needed of a Jedi."
"He's been going under treatment with the Healers for awhile now."
"And helps him it does. But attached to something else he is. One that could redefine the Force for him forever."
Mace sighed again and nodded.
to be continued....