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Mace Windu accepts the responsibility of mending the relationship between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn no matter the difficulty or struggle.
Jedi do not feel jealousy.
That is what Obi-Wan Kenobi keeps telling himself, each time he sees his master smile at Anakin or ruffle his hair or kneel down to his eye-level.
Qui-Gon was by no means cruel to him as a boy, but even now their exchanges are shadowed heavily by ghosts. Anakin has none of the baggage Obi-Wan shares with Qui-Gon. He is an opportunity to start fresh, no weight of past failures.
Obi-Wan does not blame his master for wanting out of this doomed apprenticeship. He has spoken to other masters that have impressed upon him the gravity of the situations he has overcome since he was thirteen years old. They emphasize that some Jedi older than him have not handled similar situations as well as he has. Obi-Wan wishes he could have told them that he had to overcome, heal and move on, because his master was adamant that a Jedi did not dwell on the past and did not mourn indefinitely.
Obi-Wan wonders if Jedi are allowed to heal.
“Padawan Kenobi, you seem unwell.”
He looks up from where he is sitting in the meditation garden.
Master Windu peers down at him with warm brown eyes that hold none of the usual hardness he has seen in the Council chambers.
Obi-Wan knows a Jedi never lies, but he also knows a Jedi lies to diffuse the situation if necessary.
His master is right over there. Ten yards away. Engaged with Anakin.
“I am very well, Master Windu. Thank you for your concern.”
But he does not move. Except to block his view of Qui-Gon and motion toward the Temple.
“I would appreciate it if you would take a walk with me, Padawan.”
Obi-Wan takes the offer for everything that it is and is not. A chance to escape the visual of his master nurturing and doting on a young, impressionable boy. But it is also likely a ploy to get him to open up.