Aravis POV
The next morning, I was all patched up, but still in a bit of pain. Five ribs had been broken, and the first person to ask me how I felt that day had been Obi. Things strangely didn't seem awkward between us. I almost felt more comfortable finally knowing exactly how I felt about him, the only thing I wanted to know now was how he felt about me. But no-one knew that but him, and I sensed that one day I would know.
The now Chancellor Palpatine came to Naboo personally to take the Viceroy away. I had been overjoyed to hear that at least one operation the day before had gone right, and Naboo had in fact been won back. While thanking Obi and Anakin for their heroic bravery the previous day, Nimowae and I were completely ignored, and I almost asked Nimowae if I had accidentally turned us invisible or if he was just an asshole. Once again, currently, I was leaning towards the second one.
That night, we attended Qui-Gon's funeral. A traditional cremating. We all watched sadly and I could sense everyone in the room trying to remember good things about him. ObiWan had his arm around Nimowae, who was, thankfully, finally back under control, and I stood on his other side, our arms touching slightly. If there was one thing that Yoda had taught us, there were always two Siths, a Master and an Apprentice. And I wondered was my brother the Master, or the Apprentice?
Nimowaes POV
The only thing to make me happy during Qui-Gons funeral, was that my brother had finally become a Jedi and Anakin had become his Apprentice. I was fairely sure the Council had decided this in remembrance of Qui-Gon. I could only hope that they would respect his last wish.