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Who: Ahsoka + Obi-wan and YOU
Broadcast: No
Action: Planet-side
When: 10th of Jan

[ As promised, in a few days time, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan make their way to the markets. They dress warmly, Obi-Wan procuring a thick cloak for himself. It's hard to feel like a Jedi Master without one.

He watches as Ahsoka flits from stall to stall as he lingers behind her, to correct her on her "bargaining" technique. In a way, they resemble a teenager, saddled with a wiser all-knowing uncle. He strokes his beard in light amusement. This is probably what he needed right now, a reassessment of his priorities, the here and now. ]

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... Didn't we talk about this? During the drinking game.

I explained the Order's stance on attachments, and you said it was the stupidest thing you'd ever heard, and I got really mad about it...?

Edited (wording) 2016-01-10 09:06 (UTC)

... I remember that.

[She takes a breath, trying to figure out what this means, since she'd started to think of Ahsoka as a friend- but, what does that mean here?]

I still don't get it. Do you... I mean, if you can't have attachments, do you have friends?

... Of course we have friends. It just means-- we must be prepared to let people go. If you get too attached to someone... it can cloud your judgement.

[She shakes her head.] I'm not explaining this very well. What I mean is-- I've been put in situations before where I've needed to choose between saving one person's life, or another's. And that's not uncommon. When that time comes... I can't let my personal feelings get in the way of the greater good.

It's okay. This is all... foreign, to me. I came from a very different place, where... Attachments were a matter of life or death. If no one particularly knew you... You would probably die. Frequently, even.

I can't say I know anything about 'greater good', but... I guess that's why I'm no Jedi.

I'm not always the best at following it either, truth be told. And neither is Anakin.

Let me see if I can give you a better example, though.

A few years ago, Anakin and I crash-landed with Master Secura and Captain Rex on what looked like an uninhabited planet. Anakin was hurt pretty badly-- he was blacking in and out of consciousness. He needed medical attention. Master Secura said our only hope was to find life forms on the planet to either get help or a way home. But it was near sunset-- we had to move fast, or we'd never find anything in time for Anakin to survive the night. I didn't want to leave Anakin's side, though-- he was too hurt to move, and I was worried that if I left him, he'd die.

In the end, though, I had to accept that finding food, shelter, help, and a way home was more important than watching over him. I had to let go of that worry. So I did, and I found what we needed in time. If I hadn't... the outcome might have been a lot worse.

... That's different, isn't it? That's strategy. You picked the option with the highest odds of achieving your goals, and went for it.

Of course. But what if the option with the highest-- or only-- odds of achieving your goals involves the possible or probable death of a comrade? Or yourself?

It's the same principle.

... It sounded like he was in danger either way. I've been there a few times, but...

[she takes a deep breath, looking away.]

You want to continue this conversation somewhere else? Like, inside? I brought you some food to try, so...

Wait-- really? [ She sniffs the air. ] Where? I don't smell anything.

[She holds out a hand.

A covered, steaming bowl appears in it, before vanishing again quickly.]

I'm not going to carry it out in this weather, it'll get cold.

Whoa!! How did you do that?

... Inventory? Everyone in my world can do that.

... I don't get it. Where did it go?

My inventory.

... Something tells me we have different definitions of the word "inventory"...

But similar definitions to the aforementioned 'freezing my tits off' out here.

... Come on. Let's get inside. You can tell me about this inventory thing as we go.

Thank you.

[hurrying towards the nearest place they can sit down inside tbh]

But there isn't much to tell. You've seen it now.

All I saw was you vanishing food in and out of thin air again.

[she holds up her hand again, and several items appear in it before vanishing- a wooden staff a bit taller than she is, a blanket, spare uniforms, what looks like a slightly too large cell phone, the bowl again, some fish on a skewer, etc.]

How are you doing that?

It's my inventory. Everyone in my world can do that.

You keep saying that, but it doesn't make any sense...!

What doesn't make sense about it?

Well-- where does it come from? Where does it go?