Moody Blue

“And the atmosphere here is thinner than on Coruscant,” Obi-Wan observed, studying his datapad as they walked. “But then, I expect you’re accustomed to that,” he added, before he could stop himself.

Qui-Gon stopped abruptly and Obi-Wan almost collided with his dark-cloaked back. His heart sank. What was Master Jinn’s idea of punishment for insolence going to be?

“Padawan, did you just crack the galaxy’s oldest joke about my height?”

“I did, Master,” he admitted miserably.

For a moment he thought it was a sound of choked outrage, but…. Master Jinn was… chuckling?

“And they told me you were so serious!” He draped his arm lightly over Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“You look thoughtful.” “I’m allowed, aren’t I?” Anakin asked. “As long as you don’t brood,” Obi-Wan said. The look on his master’s face was both irritated and concerned. Anakin suddenly jumped out of his chair and hugged his master with a fierceness that took Obi-Wan by surprise. Obi-Wan held the boy gently and let the moment flow into its own shape. Some Padawans were like quiet pools, their minds like simple texts. Only in training did they acquire the depth and complexity that showed maturity.

Anakin had been a deep and complex mystery from the first day they met.

« … you got this person and they’ve been through trauma, horrors, the end of their world, even. Maybe they break, maybe they don’t. But for years, it’s bleak. And one day, they wake up and they know: peace is possible again. Joy, even. That’s resilience. »

I draw him way too often..