Room 123 [afternoon]
Anakin hadn't gone back to sleep after the nightmare from last night, and had spent most of the day trying to ignore the echoes of the voices in his head and the visions of people in pain he kept catching out of the corner of his eye.
After a long walk in the woods that hadn't done anything other than get him bit by mosquitoes, he walked back into his room and checked his messages.
Obi-Wan had written back.Anakin,
All we can be is who we are, who the Force calls us to be. You were born - more than any of us - to be a Jedi, and the life of a Jedi is never an easy one. Sometimes the hardest enemy we face is ignorance -- and our own fears. Trust in the Force, and be mindful of your experiences so that you learn from them.
I can try and teach you to be a Jedi, but you're learning on your own how to be a good man.
You're missed here, too. Though it's nice not having impromptu youngling banthabell concerts anymore.
-- Obi-Wan
Anakin wiped fiercely at the tears in his eyes, then printed the transmission out and left it on his desk to reread later.
He scrawled Gone to Blood Gulch Arms onto a piece of paper, taped it to his door for anyone who might be looking for him, and walked out of the dorms again.
Maybe some lightsaber practice would help clear his head.
After a long walk in the woods that hadn't done anything other than get him bit by mosquitoes, he walked back into his room and checked his messages.
Obi-Wan had written back.Anakin,
All we can be is who we are, who the Force calls us to be. You were born - more than any of us - to be a Jedi, and the life of a Jedi is never an easy one. Sometimes the hardest enemy we face is ignorance -- and our own fears. Trust in the Force, and be mindful of your experiences so that you learn from them.
I can try and teach you to be a Jedi, but you're learning on your own how to be a good man.
You're missed here, too. Though it's nice not having impromptu youngling banthabell concerts anymore.
-- Obi-Wan
Anakin wiped fiercely at the tears in his eyes, then printed the transmission out and left it on his desk to reread later.
He scrawled Gone to Blood Gulch Arms onto a piece of paper, taped it to his door for anyone who might be looking for him, and walked out of the dorms again.
Maybe some lightsaber practice would help clear his head.