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Chapter 3
"I do NOT need to still be enrolled in therapy." He tried to moderate his voice and yet convey his message at the same time. For some reason, diplomacy did not feel like a strong ability when talking about himself.
The therapist shook his head slowly, noting the comment in the file as Obi-Wan spoke. "You are in therapy because of your outburst about fear of arachnids. As you know well, perhaps more so than other Jedi, fear is not to be perpetuated as it leads down a very nasty path," he began.
Obi-Wan interrupted, "Not fear of arachnids. That can't possibly lead to the Darkside."
Glaring back, the therapist continued, "However, while in therapy for your phobia, we also learned of many underlying issues, including narcissism, depression, and a nasty superiority issue."
"Narcissism? What planet are you from? Do they require you to use the Galactic standard of medicine there?" Obi-Wan prompted, frowning at the unfamiliar term.
The therapist ignored the attack, explaining, "It is a term used on my home planet for self love."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, "Oh, come on. I'm not discussing my sex life."
He blinked, "Your sex… what? Oh, no, not that… that you love yourself just a tad too much, not that you…" he shook his head, "Nevermind. Any way, Master Kenobi, I think we would make greater progress if you kept a journal on the HoloNet instead of just relying upon our sessions.
The Jedi Master inclined his head, "If that will get me out of therapy faster, Doctor Fill."
Hours later, emptysoul was born. He had been drawn to Senator Amidala's HoloNet account of her Senate proceedings when he and Anakin had been assigned to her years prior.He thought perhaps her journal would be a good place to start if he were going to interact with others while making his own journal. Before posting, he went to the community section and eyeballed the comments made recently.
Obi-Wan came upon manic poet's journal and cringed at the comments about himself. "Old fart?" he asked aloud, looking in the mirror beside the terminal. "I'm not old, I'm… distinguished!" He smoothed the crease in his brow, taking a deep breath. He started his defense of himself in the journal…
(entry for emptysoul)
I would happen to disagree with the misconception that Master Kenobi was not the right type for Senator Amidala. Were a Jedi to go outside of the Code to be with her (and this is likely never going to be the case as one does not rise to the rank of Master without appreciating full well what the Code entails), she could not find a better specimen.
He is rather handsome and distinguished, with flowing auburn hair, which would go wonderfully with her own dark hair. His hazel eyes change colors and vary from blue to green, they are rather expressive. He is very knowledgeable and intelligent. He rose through the ranks at a fairly young age, even taking in a Padawan as soon as he became a Knight himself. And he is an excellent diplomat- surely this would be a strength to Senator Amidala.
And you suggest Knight Skywalker? That impetuous brat? His anger is clearly visible even in any Holo broadcast. And he is just a child. That would practically be child molestation on behalf of the Senator. No, Kenobi would be a much nicer fit.
Alas, she will have neither man, so she should probably stick with Captain Typho.
Obi-Wan frowned at the entry, wondering how in the world the therapist could mistake his confidence in his abilities and himself for narcissism.
He obviously never had to handle war campaigns or the tempestuous Anakin Skywalker. Now that one is narcissistic.