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Obi-Wan Kenobi (master_kenobi) wrote in makebelievelog,

"I see," he said, managing to keep his voice even despite the fact that she was touching him again. But did he see? How was he supposed to process the fact that she was struggling with this as much as he was? Had she always been struggling with it as much as he had? Did she... Did she still...?

"Well." He swallowed uncomfortably, but not because he didn't find comfort in her touch, despite the way it made his pulse race. "Our choices were made quite clear to us back home. ...But they're decidedly less clear here. Everything is... disordered here." Confusing. Everything was confusing because there was no structure to turn to. To lean on. If the Jedi had anything that permeated their entire lives, it was structure. It was called an 'Order' for a reason.

"And I don't know what that means. I don't know what it means that I am if I'm even considering..."

Using the vision of the Order that Anakin gave them from the future to suggest that attachment was okay seemed like a weak justification, used only as an excuse to do what he wanted to do instead of his duty. If he was going to turn his back on the Code, he wasn't going to pretend it was because he'd embraced a new one. He couldn't do that.

"I'm not sure what's right."