Meditation Envy
"Listen, uh, Apari," Atton began as the exile turned to go. "You and Kreia and Dis... you're always meditating together whenever we're traveling. Between, you know, places. I mean, uh, you said you'd train me, too, but..."
"But we never invite you to join us," Apari said quietly. "Well," she continued with a sly smile, "who else would fly the ship?"
"The ship can fly itself," Atton snapped. "I'm being serious."
"For once I think you are," Apari said, without emotion.
"I wanted to become a Jedi to protect you, but I feel like I'm being left out of the loop. You all meditate together and learn about the Force, but I don't feel any different from before and I think it's because nobody's teaching me anything."
"I'm sorry, Atton," Apari, the exile, said. "I've been remiss in your training. You could ask Kreia to train you, as she is training me."
"That old witch," Atton remarked darkly. "I'm sure she'd just love that opportunity."
"Atton, I... can't meditate with you. I can teach you lightsaber forms or how to deflect blaster bolts, but I can't meditate with you. Ask Kreia; ask Dis; ask Visas, even. But don't ask me."
"Why?"
"Don't ask me why, either," the exile said sadly.