TM: Monogamy
"I will train him, then. I take Anakin as my Padawan learner."
"An apprentice, you have, Qui-Gon. Impossible, to take on another."
-- Qui-Gon Jinn, Master Yoda; TPM
The words stabbed deeply into his heart. The voice of his Master shunting him aside after all these years, and after being so recently told that he had much to learn. And all for what? Some child who, had he been born within the Republic, would have already been a student within the Temple and none of his or Qui-Gon's concern. The Jedi forbade attachments, and rightly so, but they could not suppress human nature, and human nature was greedy and possessive. Obi-Wan had fought tooth and nail to be Qui-Gon's apprentice, and now the man that had so admired a thirteen-year-old's determination to die so that justice could be served was looking the other way because he believed in something so whole-heartedly.
Well, Obi-Wan knew something about commitment, too. It had been driven home to him while he was still that thirteen-year-old. The lesson was merely that what one felt so deeply to be right and just was not necessarily the right course of action to take. He had learned it first on Melida/Daan and second after the mission to Rondai-2. Just as the rules stated that a Master could not teach two Padawans, Obi-Wan had learned that a Padawan - or simply a Jedi for that matter - could not serve two Masters. Whether it was joining a resistance movement, or falling in love, the Padawan's first commitment was to his Master and the Force that bound them.
Obi-Wan found it funny, in a way, that the one man who had always had so much respect for the Force, would dishonour the bond it had granted the two of them for some overwhelming feeling of one boy's future. He knew he would fight the tears that stung his eyes, only shedding them in private as he once more wondered if he had failed Qui-Gon is some way that would have the elder man looking for something different, something better. He felt betrayed and insignificant and if he could, he would have stormed out of there, had it not been for the immense love he had for the man.
It was that love that made him step forward and verify Qui-Gon's assertion that he was ready for the trials, and it would be that love that would have him reconcile with his Master before long. But right now, he had to deal with the wound that those twelve words had inflicted.
After all, hell hath no fury as a Padawan scorned.
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"An apprentice, you have, Qui-Gon. Impossible, to take on another."
-- Qui-Gon Jinn, Master Yoda; TPM
The words stabbed deeply into his heart. The voice of his Master shunting him aside after all these years, and after being so recently told that he had much to learn. And all for what? Some child who, had he been born within the Republic, would have already been a student within the Temple and none of his or Qui-Gon's concern. The Jedi forbade attachments, and rightly so, but they could not suppress human nature, and human nature was greedy and possessive. Obi-Wan had fought tooth and nail to be Qui-Gon's apprentice, and now the man that had so admired a thirteen-year-old's determination to die so that justice could be served was looking the other way because he believed in something so whole-heartedly.
Well, Obi-Wan knew something about commitment, too. It had been driven home to him while he was still that thirteen-year-old. The lesson was merely that what one felt so deeply to be right and just was not necessarily the right course of action to take. He had learned it first on Melida/Daan and second after the mission to Rondai-2. Just as the rules stated that a Master could not teach two Padawans, Obi-Wan had learned that a Padawan - or simply a Jedi for that matter - could not serve two Masters. Whether it was joining a resistance movement, or falling in love, the Padawan's first commitment was to his Master and the Force that bound them.
Obi-Wan found it funny, in a way, that the one man who had always had so much respect for the Force, would dishonour the bond it had granted the two of them for some overwhelming feeling of one boy's future. He knew he would fight the tears that stung his eyes, only shedding them in private as he once more wondered if he had failed Qui-Gon is some way that would have the elder man looking for something different, something better. He felt betrayed and insignificant and if he could, he would have stormed out of there, had it not been for the immense love he had for the man.
It was that love that made him step forward and verify Qui-Gon's assertion that he was ready for the trials, and it would be that love that would have him reconcile with his Master before long. But right now, he had to deal with the wound that those twelve words had inflicted.
After all, hell hath no fury as a Padawan scorned.
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x-posted to theatrical_muse