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The first thing I feel as I make my way to consciousness is a slight warm pressure on my hand.
"Master?" I mummer softly, and open my eyes.
Everything is blurry, but it clears up pretty quick. I am now looking into the most concerned midnight blue eyes I have ever seen, on the very person I thought that hated me.
"No, it's just me. How do you feel?" he asks.
Did I just hear tenderness in that voice? Scary.
"I have one Sith of a headache," I say softly.
He laughs softly. Okay, who switched this guy around?
"That would be expected, since I woke up with one myself," he says then his face darkens.
"Obi-wan, I have to inform you. It seems the healers did not catch all of your injuries," he says softly.
"What do you mean?" I ask, as I shiver slightly at the tone in his voice.
"It seems your Master did damage to your mind as well as your body. You are unable to bring up your own shields or protect yourself from another's presence. He also set up something in there that makes it very painful for someone to enter in, perhaps to torment and to protect you," he says.
Oh, Master, why did you do this to me?
"Might I ask you a question?" he asks suddenly.
"Sure," I agree.
"Why do you still love him after all this, after all he has done to you?" he asks.
I answer almost instantly, "Because he has been my Father for nearly six years. He took me in when no wanted me. He cared for and protected me against all odds. This is the first he ever hurt me. I feel betrayed, yes, and angry. But I shall always think of him as my Father, no matter what he has done to me."
"You have a good heart, Obi-wan," he says softly.
We sit in silence for a few moments. I finally decide to break it, some questions of my own bubbling up.
"Can I ask you some questions?" I ask.
"Go right ahead," he says.
"Is Eoin your real name?" I ask.
He smiles sadly, "Yes and no. It was a name given to me in my youth, before I came to the temple. I was given a new name when I arrived, and have gone by that since."
"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" I ask before I can think; great, now he'll get upset.
But he isn't, he only smiles more, "I certainly was a arrogant man when I came in. I apologize for that. But after we connected for I few minutes, lets just say I saw something in you and in myself. I decided that it would be best to open up a little. Now, what else?" he asks as he lets go of my hand and gets up.
"Are you leaving?" I ask, I suddenly don't want him to go.
"I must. I have duties and our two hours are almost up. But go ahead and ask your question," he says.
I hesitate to ask this but finally do, "Why do you need me to help you?"
He stops and the smile fades from his face. He stands silent for a few minutes before answering, "I am dying, young one, and you are here to help me appreciate what little time I have."
He then leaves me in shock, and walks out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first thing I feel as I make my way to consciousness is a slight warm pressure on my hand.
"Master?" I mummer softly, and open my eyes.
Everything is blurry, but it clears up pretty quick. I am now looking into the most concerned midnight blue eyes I have ever seen, on the very person I thought that hated me.
"No, it's just me. How do you feel?" he asks.
Did I just hear tenderness in that voice? Scary.
"I have one Sith of a headache," I say softly.
He laughs softly. Okay, who switched this guy around?
"That would be expected, since I woke up with one myself," he says then his face darkens.
"Obi-wan, I have to inform you. It seems the healers did not catch all of your injuries," he says softly.
"What do you mean?" I ask, as I shiver slightly at the tone in his voice.
"It seems your Master did damage to your mind as well as your body. You are unable to bring up your own shields or protect yourself from another's presence. He also set up something in there that makes it very painful for someone to enter in, perhaps to torment and to protect you," he says.
Oh, Master, why did you do this to me?
"Might I ask you a question?" he asks suddenly.
"Sure," I agree.
"Why do you still love him after all this, after all he has done to you?" he asks.
I answer almost instantly, "Because he has been my Father for nearly six years. He took me in when no wanted me. He cared for and protected me against all odds. This is the first he ever hurt me. I feel betrayed, yes, and angry. But I shall always think of him as my Father, no matter what he has done to me."
"You have a good heart, Obi-wan," he says softly.
We sit in silence for a few moments. I finally decide to break it, some questions of my own bubbling up.
"Can I ask you some questions?" I ask.
"Go right ahead," he says.
"Is Eoin your real name?" I ask.
He smiles sadly, "Yes and no. It was a name given to me in my youth, before I came to the temple. I was given a new name when I arrived, and have gone by that since."
"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" I ask before I can think; great, now he'll get upset.
But he isn't, he only smiles more, "I certainly was a arrogant man when I came in. I apologize for that. But after we connected for I few minutes, lets just say I saw something in you and in myself. I decided that it would be best to open up a little. Now, what else?" he asks as he lets go of my hand and gets up.
"Are you leaving?" I ask, I suddenly don't want him to go.
"I must. I have duties and our two hours are almost up. But go ahead and ask your question," he says.
I hesitate to ask this but finally do, "Why do you need me to help you?"
He stops and the smile fades from his face. He stands silent for a few minutes before answering, "I am dying, young one, and you are here to help me appreciate what little time I have."
He then leaves me in shock, and walks out the door.