Obi-Wan had always made of himself a man of faith. It was true that he'd been trained to it, but from the very first he'd had no trouble trusting the call of the Force in his heart. Yoda had taught him to respect those who heard the same call, and Qui-Gon had taught him to extend that respect to those who followed it in deed, if not in name.

There is no one way that is more right than any other.

Obi-Wan watched Kelly settle herself against the pillar— he'd been in this temple for a good hour, wandering through the pillars and thinking of friends long dead. It would do him no harm to watch another of those friends and guard her rest. Indeed, could he do any less?