Obi-Wan, waiting with his friends to enter the dining hall, overheard some Masters talking about the legendary Jinn. “Too bad the man’s so gorgeous. Nice of him to grace us with his presence once in a while, eh?”
“Oh, don’t sell him short… I remember what he used to be like.”
“Yeah? Do tell…”
“He was warm, generous, a very loving man.” The speaker was a short woman of a furred species unknown to Obi-Wan.
“Not kidding,” the Master replied ruefully. “He used to spend a lot of time with the children, even. A large and open heart, that one had. But now he prefers the silence of his own pain. Too bad.”
“No Padawan would want him like this, I’m sure,” the other answered sadly. “Who would want a broken Master? He *is* completely luscious, though…”
The pair moved on then, and Obi-Wan went into lunch with his friends. But the conversation had given him much to think about.
An alternate reality in which padawans take a more active role in choosing their masters – and in which the Master/Apprentice relationship is much more intimate. I adore young Obi and his determination to help a Qui-Gon who thinks he can never love again.