Be warned- lots of drabbly emotional inner though ahead, for the both of them. I promise some more dialogue and even action next chapter, but for now enjoy ((or despise)) the inner workings of Asajj and Obi-wan's minds, and Obi-wan's experience with stars and who he is.

She woke just over an hour later, feeling her energy restored and once again part of her. Took me a full hour- pitiful. I'm really off my game. Having used nothing but the dark side for so long, and then only the neutral grey, it was hard to get used to using light again. And she'd cheated, hadn't she? She'd drawn on emotions, on caring, which was the opposite of what the Jedi were supposed to use. Speaking of Jedi…

She glanced across the space, to where Kenobi was seated in the co-pilot's chair, watching the windshield intently. It certainly drew back memories, and recent ones at that. She'd been forced to rescue him before, when Maul and Savage had wanted him dead. The two of them had barely managed to escape alive. He hadn't been what had brought her there- she'd been chasing after Savage, hoping to get the bounty placed on his head. Instead she'd found a crazed half brother- not that they were half-brothers, but that he was literally half of Savage's brother- who had a long backstory with Kenobi and a strong desire to see the Jedi dead.

She remembered his startled look when he awoke to see her. There had been a bit of delight mixed in before he'd started slipping back into his witty composed self. It was nice, that someone reacted positively upon seeing her. She'd been without allies for so long, she was almost beginning to forget any inkling she'd ever had of teamwork. She and Kenobi were surprisingly good at it, considering they'd once fought each other. There was a wordless connection between them as they covered each other's backs, and worked out a decent survival plan. She'd loaned him her saber, as well. That was a first for her- no one had used either of those sabers but her since she'd begun training with them. It was almost a sign of… trust.

And speaking of trust, he barely flinched when she crossed the ship and laid her hand on his shoulder. Looking down at his face, despite all the cuts and bruises, she could see a look of awe and wonder. The Jedi was gazing at the stars hurtling past their windshield as they flew towards Corausant. His eyes seemed to catch each sphere, looking at it, wide-eyed as though he'd never seen such beauty before, and then release it to look at the next, taking in the color and light. Finally he looked up at her, eyes beautifully lit up.

"Are these stars?"

She paused, unsure of how to answer in a way that would fit the majesty of the moment- of Kenobi seeing stars again. "They're stars." She answered at last.

They watched stars go past that way for several minutes. Her hand hadn't left his shoulder, which probably set a record for how long she'd allowed anyone to touch her. Somehow, through his eyes, she was seeing the stars anew again too. They had a new sparkle that she hadn't stopped to look at since she first entered space travel, over ten standard years ago. She'd been hurtling through space so long, she'd stopped looking. And Kenobi could see it.

She slowly looked away, subtly letting her gaze rest on his face. Although he wasn't much to look at now, she'd let herself become attracted to the man, or at least to the man she knew. With his beard left as stubble, and messy stubble at that, his face looked much younger than she knew him to be. At the same time, however, there were grey streaks in his ginger hair, which was matted and not arranged how it should be. Although the distance from shoulder to shoulder was as it should be, there was little muscle left under his skin, and even her shirt hung loosely over his frame. Poor thing. She knew he wouldn't want her pity, but she felt it anyway.

"Asajj?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you find me?" he asked, looking up at her face. Somehow, even though he wasn't trying to express it, there was a certain innocence in his eyes.

"It was… something of a lucky accident."

He shivered, and she felt his shoulder quake under her palm. "It was the most wonderful accident in the galaxy."

"I thought you wanted die there." Asajj remarked.

"And not meet you? And see stars?" He glanced up at her, his hollow face illuminated by starlight. "No. I've changed my mind. You've changed it." He was so beautiful, in both his suddenly lively eyes and in what lay beneath them. For the first time, Asajj thought he looked… alive.

Obi-wan couldn't help it. He was starting to feel emotions again- or was it for the first time? It felt that way, although he'd once been a normal person, before his loss of memory. He'd been a Force-user.

Something about that term snapped in place in his mind- hadn't he heard of the Jedi, an order of powerful Force-users? Of course that was why he was called 'Jedi'- it wasn't who he was, but what he was! As he thought of the term in this way, it seemed to unlock loads of information he must have heard before- Jedi were Force-users, who worked to keep peace in the galaxy. They were fighting in a war just now, the great Clone Wars that swept the world.

But if he was a Jedi, then his new-found wonder and, perhaps, affection were wrong. Inexcusable. He would have to give them up, and go back to how he had felt before- empty. He didn't want that hollow feeling back, now that he knew what it was to feel. He could not give up caring for his rescuer. Asajj was the only person he'd ever known, and yet, somehow, he was convinced she was the most wonderful person there was.

There was a nagging doubt in the back of his mind, beyond even this worry of being an emotionless Jedi. Asajj, who had shown him so much kindness, knew him. Would she treat him the same if he were a stranger? Because to him, that was what she was- a stranger.

She knew him more than he knew himself, really. It was strange, in a way, not even knowing what sort of man he was. And… what his relationship to her was. Were they friends? She certainly didn't treat him like an acquaintance, although he really didn't know what friendship was. The way she spoke sometimes… made it seem like she was almost… a lover.

He shook the idea away at once. He was a Jedi. But then again… was he the kind of man who would break the rules for her? He of course couldn't remember what sort of man he'd been, but he couldn't even decide what sort of man he was now. If he would break rules, rules that he wasn't sure applied to him, for a woman he'd only just met and wasn't sure even cared for him much.

He was definitely overthinking this. Then again, he'd never had much to think about before. And the topic of who he was- and how Asajj saw him- was worth a long train of thought. Perhaps even several.

Obi-wan's questions of who he is are based slightly off the idea of regeneration as shown in Doctor Who- when a Time Lord regenerates, they know nothing about their new regeneration- who they are, what they are like, and so on. Intriguing, yes? Doctor Who also inspired the comments about Asajj learning to see things through Obi-wan's inexperienced eyes: The Doctor brings companions because to them the universe he knows is new and wonderful. Expect more of this sentiment throughout, as Asajj starts to see and Obi-wan starts to learn X3