Obi-Wan should have expected his former Padawan to corner him once he was alone. Ben had gone to check on his own people, apparently he was good in healing as well. Another skill Obi-Wan desperately wished he would possess. It would have spared him and his comrades a few trips to the healers at least.

He was not prepared for Anakin however, which is why the younger Jedi was able to corner him so easily in the first place.

"We need to talk," the younger male's voice had lost its normal enthusiasm and warmth. Obi-Wan barely kept himself from shuddering.

"I thought I told you to meditate."

"I am not a youngling!" came the furious reply.

"Well, you are certainly behaving like one," Obi-Wan replied calmly. He was leaning against a wall of their transportation vehicle and he had crossed his arms over his chest. For a moment he thought he saw movement in the shadows, but he quickly dismissed the thought when Anakin stepped closer.

"Stop belittling me," he stopped walking and now stood only a few inches away from his smaller superior.

"I'm not-" but the younger male would not let him finish.

"That's all you do. That's all the Council does. I feel as if I am still the young slave child back on Naboo. Why should I act differently when everything I do is wrong? Why can't you let me make my own mistakes for once?"

"Because I am your Master, Anakin. I am here to guide you."

"But I don't WANT your guidance!" he was panting heavily now and there was something in his eyes that told Obi-Wan that he was talking and acting without really thinking about it. "I wish... I wish," his hands were balled into fists, "I wish it had been you who died on Naboo, I wish Qui-Gon had been my teacher."

Obi-Wan had prepared himself for being yelled at, for being the 'evil person', the one to blame. He had even prepared himself to be the brunette man's personal punching back, yet he could not have prepared himself for those few words. And those few words hurt more than every hit could have hurt. Anakin, not aware of the impact his statement held, took Obi-Wan's baffled silence as disapproval and turned away from him with a huff. Without looking back, the young Skywalker walked out of his former Master's quarters and once the door shut behind him, silence reigned in the suddenly too small room.

The ginger haired Jedi Master closed his eyes and he too balled his hands into fists. His muscles were trembling and a certain tightness formed behind his closed eyelids, but the Jedi General forced himself not to cry. He wouldn't cry because the man he loved like a little brother and more than anybody else, apparently hated him. He wouldn't cry because the man he had thought of as a father had died because he had been to slow. He wouldn't cry in self-pity or in old grief. He wouldn't lose himself in the depths of his own mind again. Not like back then...

A hand that landed in his right shoulder suddenly brought the Jedi Master back to the here and now. For one moment he expected – no, he HOPED – to see Anakin standing over him, offering him comfort, but instead he saw himself gazing into compassionate blue-green eyes.

"Ben," his voice was shaking, just like his body.

"I know," his voice was strangely gentle and despite his better knowledge, did Obi-wan allow himself to be pulled into a strong embrace. His older brother's arms wrapped securely around him and they offered him the comfort he had longed for all those years ago. He always had to be strong for Anakin, for the Council and for everybody else. It was just good to know that there was somebody who he did not need to be strong for. He still would not allow himself to cry, but he could at least enjoy the offered understanding and comfort.

"He did not mean it like this," the older Kenobi eventually broke the silence. "He spoke in anger and he was projecting his shame on you." Obi-Wan nodded his head against his brother's chest and slightly tightened his hold on the black robe. A chin rested on the top of his head. "You should lay down and rest."

Now the ginger haired Council member shook his head, "I can't. I will be expected."

"I can go for you," the Sith Lord offered and Obi-Wan pulled away enough to look up at the older male.

"We may be twins, but we DO look different," he said matter of fact. Ben's eyes glittered suspiciously and he grinned.

"You forget that I am a Master of deception and manipulation." For a moment the Jedi actually considered it, but then he pushed the thought aside. He didn't want to rest. He knew that he would be plagued by nightmares then.

"I appreciate the offer, but there is no need for it." Ben shrugged and eventually pulled fully away from the younger man. "So, what now?"

"I guess it is about time that you throw out your 'Sith guest'... unless you want to take him to Coruscant and before the Council."

"As a prisoner?" the Jedi asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.

Ben shook his head, "Not as a prisoner, as a guest. I would VERY much like to finally meet that famous Council of yours and who knows, maybe they are interested in some kind of deal as well." His grin was predatory.

"If that is your wish," Obi-Wan simply retorted and he turned towards his closet to change into a fresh set of tunics. From the corner of his eyes he saw Ben turning away, giving him some privacy.

"I would not call it a wish... more like a rash decision. But I am a curious being."

Obi-Wan huffed at that, "Curiosity kills the Tooka." He offered, which earned him a chuckle from the older male.

"Curiosity needs to be satisfied, besides... I do not fear the Council OR the Jedi."

Obi-Wan hummed while pulling on his new tunic. "Welcome on board then, brother."

* A Tooka is something like a feline. They live in the lower level of Coruscant where they hunt Nuna. They can be trained for hunting.

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