[Theres silence for a few moments, but eventually he speaks up again with conviction.]
No… it’s not okay.
It’s not any more okay than being brought here just after my master passed into the Force. Or that the entire Jedi Order will be gone in a few years. From my perspective at least.
I’ve been struggling with all of this myself far too much, and your other self helped me realize that I needed support. We all need that. And… we’re Jedi. You, me, the other Ezra. We’re the only ones here that really understand each other.
When you left for the temple, that was all you had ever known.
I was seven when my parents were taken away And when I met my new family, part of me felt like I was betraying them. Like... if I loved these people, it meant I hadn't really loved my parents. Or I couldn't love my new family because there's no way I'd ever love them as much as my real family. So, what was the point of trying?
I couldn't get back what I lost. And I was afraid to get close to others again because I knew that meant someday, I'd lose them too.
In the end, I lost my parents and my master to the Empire. My biggest fears, fully realized. Still, I don't regret caring for them and I wouldn't give up the time we spent together, even if it meant I could get rid of the pain. And you know... my master had a son. I haven't met him yet, but I already know I'll love him.
Death, life. The Force. It becomes easier to see the cycle as you get older.
You have to be open to the future. At one point, your past was your future. And you were scared and uncertain of the things that now seem second nature and an undeniable part of you.
We can't be open if we keep trying to act like nothing's changed, though.
[Obi-Wan feels himself tense up. He finds himself in a weird state. A part of him wanting to get defensive, and yet he knew he shouldn’t. He was conflicted.]
That’s just it. I wasn’t scared. I wanted to go to the temple. The Order is my family, and I have no regrets.
Things haven’t changed from the point I came from. Aside from my master being killed.
All I know is what everyone here has told me. And being open to the the thought of my entire family, my people, our culture, getting snuffed out is a lot to ask.
I want to be the kind of Jedi my master was and wanted me to be, the Jedi he saw in me when I couldn't see it for myself.
But I'm going to have to do that here. Just like you. I can't worry about whether or not I'll be the one to rebuild the Order when I get back home. And you can't worry about whether or not it'll need rebuilding.
Well, we can, but it won't be very productive. Or healthy, probably. Take it from a guy who was trapped in another galaxy for years who went over every possibility.
And I almost abandoned all of it here because I didn’t think I deserved it. Because I let down not only my master, but everyone.
Now I realize that it’s not my fault. And I want to be the Jedi I’m supposed to be. What that means here, I still haven’t figured out. I have no illusions of rebuilding anything here. I just want to live the way I had been taught to the best of my ability. To honor my master and my family as best I can.
[Honestly, Ezra had just wanted to get away from the conversation where he was the one who needed support. He'll keep hiding his feelings a while longer, even if he's repeating all the future stuff for himself more than Obi-Wan.]
[the young woman who'd shown up at his and Ezra's door sends him a message. her entire visible body is white as snow, except for her long, pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes. there's what looks like a crown on her head, but upon closer examination, it's clear that it's made up of short black antlers, twisted into a short, crownlike shape]
I wish to make amends. We did not have an auspicious meeting and I truly regret that. My intentions were pure and my manner is that of my people, however both combined led to a...misunderstanding.
[she blushes pale blue] I would not have lingering suspicion between us. Places like this have a nasty tendency to force cooperation, as I'm sure you've seen for yourself. Should we be...well, I'd rather have cordiality between us rather than suspicion. That would almost certainly lead to a disaster for both of us.
Please, I wish for your forgiveness for this has been laying heavily on my mind. And in places like this, we need as much amity as possible.
[Sigh. He supposes he should have expected this. It’s time to be the Jedi that he should be and handle this with grace. So he puts on a carefully neutral expression as he replies.]
Hello… Tinya isn’t it?
There’s no need to ask forgiveness or make amends. I hold no ill will towards you.
I know I was rather abrupt the last time we spoke, but I was simply protecting my roommate who you had put in an uncomfortable position. We recently formed a bond and can feel each other's emotions and I may have acted rashly as I’m still getting accustomed to it.
[while hers is gently imploring. she's summoning every bit of grace of her own, one bourn out of five thousand years of Wazzo queens, a role she herself will have to accept at some point.
assuming her mother ceases her endless power-grabbing across the United Planets and pays attention to their homeworld for once]
Yes. And you are Obi-Wan Kenobi.
That is a relief. I feared that any further interaction between us would be colored by suspicion. [on his part. she knows who she is, she knows her own value. she is the Daughter of Bgztl and that means something, even in a place like this]
Indeed. I was unaware of your bond with Ezra. But again, putting him in an uncomfortable position was the opposite of what I intended. For...requests such as I made, formality and respect are key. Those and those alone are what I was attempting to convey.
I understand your intentions, and I respect your cultural norms.
[He says all of this very diplomatically.]
However, please try to understand that we are a simple people that emphasize humility. Having someone fall prostrate before us is... embarrassing to say the least.
[Not to mention it makes one suspicious of ulterior motives, but that has already been resolved.]
[too diplomatically? she's heard that tone before, has been hearing it ever since she was five]
Ah. Our cultures are in exact opposition. For such a mien is a sign of respect and humility itself on Bgztl. I am second in line to its throne; while I am away I feel as though I must be an example. [a slight hint of mirth] Until I know someone better.
[Is it too much? He's still learning how to be a good negotiator. He hasn't earned himself a name in that yet. Still the somewhat blunt and sassy young man that he is.]
Well then, I suppose we will need to come to a compromise.
For a Jedi, a sign of respect is a simple bow.
[He puts his device down but still with a good view of him so he can demonstrate. Clasping his hands in the oversized sleeves of his robe he then dips in the polite version of a Jedi bow.]
In the most extreme case, where one is showing subservience to another Jedi particularly a master, a Jedi will hold a slightly bowed position while keeping one's gaze downward.
[and she's rather blunt and sassy as well. but not until she's comfortable with someone. she feels like they could get there, given the bend of their conversation so far but she doesn't want to make assumptions]
Indeed. [with a smile] Compromise is what keeps the galaxy on an even keel.
Oh?
[she watches keenly, blue eyes focused] That, I can do while not conflicting too much with my own cultural norms. [and her smile widens a bit, eyes warm]
[He thinks about that for a moment because that's not a common question.]
An appropriate circumstance would be when say... expressing great remorse. But that posture is most often reserved for masters, which Ezra and I are not. Not yet anyway.
[well, when one is a diplomat practically from birth, one must be ready for any scenario]
Ah. Then I take it that the first bow displayed would be appropriate, even in formal situations. But be myself under ordinary ones. [another bit of mirth] Though, myself will generally involve elaborate gowns. I'm used to them, used to fighting in them. They're part of whom I am.
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