Obi-Wan had washed and changed and sat cross legged on the floor of his sleeping chamber, doing his best to follow his master's instructions. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough he could figure how to make things go back to the way they used to be, back when things were simpler, back when all he had to worry about with Siri was beating her in light saber practice.
Maybe his master was right, maybe if he listened to the Living Force it would help him understand what Siri expected from him. And so he let go of his emotions, his failure and his frustrations and opened himself up to the Force and he tried, he really tried. But no clear path was illuminated and no absolute truth revealed. It showed him nothing, absolutely nothing.
The Force, he thought wryly, was sometimes as unpredictable as Siri. At least to him. Obi-Wan knew the Force transcended gender and did not possess the characteristic of human pettiness, but there were times when he couldn't help but wonder if the Force was a not decidedly female.
He was just about to give up when Adi Gallia walked into the room without knocking.
Obi-Wan stood and bowed warily, hoping the perceptive Jedi master had not picked up on that last line of thinking.
"Where is your master, Obi-Wan? I need to speak with him."
"He is not here." Obi-Wan answered carefully, not completely sure why he hesitated to reveal his master's whereabouts.
"I can see that, Obi-Wan." Adi's usual mask of serenity had slipped, her irritation evident. "Will you kindly tell me where he has gone?"
"He went to see the old witch, to try to salvage the negotiations." He could not quite look her in the eye, remembering his failed assignment and the impending consequences.
"Alone?" It was only a word, but it seemed to imply that this too was somehow his fault.
Obi-Wan nodded silently.
"I suppose it is time I go and meet this woman for myself." Her voice implied she had had enough of this nonsense and it was time she dealt with the matter on her own, and without another word to Obi-Wan she left the room.