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Chapter 2: Hypothetical Questions
Mace was waiting for Obi-Wan at the landing pad, to invite him to lunch with himself and a few others. He was shocked by Obi-Wan's appearance as he exited the speeder. The younger Master's complection was as pale as Mace could ever recall seeing it. Something was seriously wrong. He ran over to his friend, and as he stopped beside him, Mace asked, "What's wrong, Obi? You look terrible!"
Obi-Wan looked at him for a minute, seeming to debate some decision, before answering. "Nothing you need to worry about, Mace. I'm just not feeling too well."
Mace, knowing that Obi-Wan had probably just lyed to him, decided to ignore that fact, for now. "Alright, I'll take you back to your quarters so you can get some rest." At Obi-Wan's grateful smile, Mace became more worried; since when did his friend like the idea of getting rest when sick. There definitely was something seiously wrong with the younger Master.
A few minutes and a silent journey later, saw the two Masters arriving at Obi-Wan's quarters. As they entered, Mace asked, "Would you like me to stay?"
Obi-Wan shook his head and said, "No thanks, Mace. I'll be ok."
Mace put his hand on Obi-Wan's upper arm and rubbed it soothingly. "Ok, i'll check in on you before Council starts. See if you're up to it."
At Obi-Wan's meek nod, Mace sighed, and left. There was definitely something wrong with his friend.
Two days after that incident, Obi-Wan stood apart from the other Masters, after a Council meeting. Mace glanced over at the younger Master in concern, as said Master stared vacantly out of the tall window. Excusing himself from his current conversation with Agen Kolar and Saesee Tinn, he walked over to Obi-Wan. Reaching him and placing a friendly hand on his shoulder, Mace asked, "Are you going to tell me what happened, yet?"
When Obi-Wan looked up, Mace was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes. Staring at him a moment longer, Obi-Wan nodded. "We'd have to go somewhere more private."
Mace glanced around before nodding. "We'll go to my quarters."
Sitting on Mace's couch, Obi-Wan was silent, clasping a mug of tea in his hands. Mace, knowing instinctively that this was important, was willing to wait.
Suddenly, in a voice so quiet, Mace strained to hear it, Obi-Wan began to speak. "Hypothetically speaking, what would you do, if you were told that if you did not become a Sith apprentice, your former Padawan, Depa, would be turned and destroy the Jedi?" At Mace's stunned expression, Obi-Wan reiterated, "Hypothetically speaking, of course."
This startled Mace out of his stupor and he replied, "Oh, of course," as if they had been discussing the weather. "Umm. That's quite the question" Another pause, allowing for thought. "What, may I ask, was the inspiration for such a question?"
"That's not important!" Obi-Wan answered quickly. A little too quickly for Mace's liking. He continued, with barely a pause. "Please, Mace. Just tell me. And not as a Council Member, or a Jedi, but as a friend."
At Obi-Wan's imploring look, Mace had no choice...
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