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Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 30th

A: TEXT

I think it's time I retire from teaching for a while.

I don't suppose anyone knows a decent way to pass the time?

B: ACTION

[ When Stefan announced the prayer room, a quiet place for meditation, Obi-Wan had been thrilled. While he enjoyed and cared for the Huntress, quiet is not something they are known for. After talking to Anakin, he knew he was in dire need of quiet and inner peace

He does not regret ( he can not regret )

And yet.

In a way he had envisioned as a child, it had always been Master and Padawan, together. Even when separate, they fought together, learned together, believed in each other. But Qui-Gon died all too soon, and for so long, Obi-Wan threw his hands up against tradition. When Yoda told him to be Anakin's master, he chose to be Anakin's friend. He did not caution against attachment, only warned where it might lead.

He breathes heavily, his legs folded on the mat. It's not working. The Force is still too quiet, too alien at this moment. It doesn't understand his sorrow.

Obi-Wan chuckles, opening his eyes and pushing his hair back. It should be used to that by now.

Looking down at his hands, he's quiet when he speaks. ]

Please help me.

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Oh. [That makes a lot of sense, actually. Not that Stefan's ever thought about friendship as a double-edged sword.] Would you still be alright in making them?

[He can't exactly insist upon the power of friendship if it goes against religious or cultural beliefs, after all.]

Because to me, it doesn't matter if you're a great friend or not. It's about being with each other and enjoying each other's company.

I certainly do not mind.

[ Though he's not sure where this is coming from. He does understand friendship and knows how it works, but he rarely makes them in . . . a situation so normal or calm.

Then again, it's better than being trapped on a mining facility. ]

I'm just a little surprised by your overture.

How come? Because I don't seem like the type?

[He's totally making a joke at his own expense. Stefan and friendship aren't often in the same sentence, and probably for good reason.]

I don't know. I didn't have a ton of friends back home, and I regret that now, so... I guess I'm making up for it here.

I don't think there is a type.

[ He softens a little at that. Sometimes, he forgets how difficult other people have it. ]

Taking advantage of what we have here is a wise decision. Though, still a little strange to me.

It kinda does. I want to get home as much as the next guy, but right now, I don't see how I'd accomplish that.

[He's not exactly resigned to his fate. Stefan's not even close to giving up, but the longer he stays here, the more he wonders what game Beau & Diamond are up to.]

If we can learn to rely on each other, though, we might have a better shot than if we went at it alone.

I'm not alone.

[ And yet he feels alone. Anakin and Ahsoka have outgrown him, the Jedi Order may fall in the future and even though it appears there is a place for him among the Skywalkers and Han, Obi-Wan doesn't feel comfortable there. ]

And I've never been good at relying on others. It's a bad habit, I know. I've always had the Order.

[ The Jedi were never really alone.

But here he is. A Jedi, displaced. A Jedi, alone.

They never taught him that. ]

[Right, he's Ahsoka's teacher. Probably knows Anakin and Vima, if Stefan thought to ask him about it...

A lot less alone than Stefan, even if Stefan has Elena around.]

You could always rebuild your Order. [Note to self: Ask Vima if that's even possible. Ask Vima a LOT of things about the Jedi later too.]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't assume things about your world, but... if it's possible, it might be worth a shot.

I could. But it wouldn't be my Order. It wouldn't be my family.

And . . . I'm the relic of the past. Someone else should rebuild it.

[ Because it had problems. Obi-Wan is self-aware to notice them around him. Ahsoka leaving was one he fought hard on, but could not forestall. ]

So... it wouldn't be your Order even if you were in charge of it?

[Stefan furrows his brow. He's missing more than a few of the pieces here, and he's not sure to begin asking for the rest.]

I--Nevermind. I'm sure someone else could, in time.

I certainly can't be in charge of the Jedi Order. No, it's not -- it's best to be left to someone else. A Jedi with new training. New ideas.

[ Even though he's a Jedi Master and he sits on the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan recoils at the thought of being a Grandmaster to a new Order. ]

[Maybe the Order isn't a religion but a whole lifestyle? Like Buddhism?]

Makes sense. [It doesn't, but he won't press the issue further.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have suggested it.

[ He shakes his head lightly, dismissive. ]

You couldn't have known. It cannot be me. That's not my role.

Then what do you think your role is? [He presses his lips together.] If you're okay with answering that.

I . . . don't know.

[ And that's the crux of it. He's spent so long being Anakin's teacher, and in a way, Ahsoka's teacher than he doesn't know how to stop. ]

[Oh. No wonder he'd asked for help.]

We'll figure it out. Everyone's got their proper place, and... [He admits, like it's a big secret (it isn't)] I was actually just thinking I'd need someone to help me out with the Center.

Help you how exactly?

[ Obi-Wan certainly doesn't want to jump into teaching. At least, not so soon. ]

Little things. A second opinion on what passage I should read at services, or making sure Ahsoka has everything she needs for meditation, or restocking the tea at night...

[He shrugs] I like the work, but it's not exactly a one-man job.

[ Obi-Wan looks away briefly. He doesn't trust himself. But he couldn't turn away someone who asks for his help. ]

I would be honoured. If you're sure.

More than sure. [He wouldn't ask if he didn't think Obi-Wan could handle it.] If anything here gets too intense, I'll back off, no questions asked.

I think I'll be able to handle it.

[ War veteran right here. ]

Of course.

[He finishes off his tea, half-tempted to grab another cup.]

As much as I love this work, it can get overwhelming, but... thanks, Obi-Wan. I'm glad to have you around.

[ He bows lightly. ]

I'm happy to be of service.

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