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Obi-Wan had done as he ought, he'd done what he could and then retired from the field. Too many hands for that pot, and not a one of them with as little sense. Still he was weary from his injury and his healing, and after a strange dream-addled sleep, what was needed most was perspective. The church was crowded, the city was an uncertain mess, and there was little enough peace to be had in the barracks— the Jedi had retired to the oft-praised sensoriums to look for a place of quiet. And he'd found in his choice of setting nothing less than what was unmistakably a Jedi Temple.

Oh, it wasn't the Temple, but the architectural style, the general layout were similar, all rounded, organics shapes an living stone. It resonated with him and so he found a cushion and a comfortable, bright lace where little but warm moist breezes and quiet birdsong reached him and began the quiet, measured breaths that were a prelude to the less combat-oriented meditation styles. Comforting quite, peacegiving pulse of the living Force in his very veins...if introspection were not so disquieting, they would have given greater balance. Obi-Wan sighed and began again. Anakin and Luke would know where to find him, when they were ready— and at least one of them deserved the lecture he'd be getting, and knew it.

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"It does seem to be a tradition among us, doesn't it?" Luke grinned boyishly.

"Well, hand an untrained child a training lightsaber, see how long before he breaks something or gives one of his classmates a fine bruise, pretending he's Master Windu taking on a driod army by himself," Obi-Wan returned with a rising smirk, "It's not pretty."

Thinking of the younglings he'd trained himself--particularly his niece and nephews and their partners in crime--Luke chuckled. "No, it's not. Especially when they think they have something to prove."

"You don't have to tell me, I've got Anakin," Obi-Wan reminded him with a chuckle.

"I sure wouldn't want to train me, so I can only imagine what my father was like." Luke smiled. "He can't always have been as he is now. What was he like, Ben? As a child?"

"He was...impulsive, but very talented," Obi-Wan smiled, remembering how Anakin had declared even then that he could 'handle' anything, "Without any training, he piloted a fighter at seven years old, and contributed meaningfully to a battle in orbit. He built a protocol droid and a pod-racer all by himself, from scrap-metal and garbage, and won a race in it."

A snorted laugh made him shake his head, grinning at the memory, "But that was before we took him in. He got better as a Padawan, though I could do without the constant reminders of how many times his risky maneuvers have saved my hide."

"So that's where Leia's kids and I get our mechanical and piloting bents," Luke said, smiling. "Well, their father's sure a good pilot too." He paused a moment, head tipped forward a bit. "How was he as a Padawan? I've heard you talk about how difficult he is, but it was said of Father that he was one of the most skilled Jedi of the time."

"It's the truth, though the way he does it, it seems more than half luck," Obi-Wan chuckled, "I like to complain, but it's only talk. He's like a brother to me, and what kind of brother would I be if I didn't make fun of him? He was a good padawan, dedicated and a quick learner. I'll admit he's impulsive, but I've come to think of it more as his own direct style. He's a warrior, through and through, and we've needed Jedi like that as much as any other. We can't all be diplomats."

Thinking of Kyp Durron, who preferred doing to sitting around and talking, and other Jedi who had insisted on the same, Luke nodded his agreement. "Sometimes we need those who would rather take action to keep those of us who have become too much the diplomat in the proper perspective."

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