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             IT  HAD       upset  him  more  than  he’d  anticipated - - -      angered      him  more  than  he’d  anticipated .  obi - wan’s  leaving  of  the  order  had  left  qui - gon  frustrated ,  angry ,  and      HURT     .  but  more  than  anything ,  it  left  him  feeling       inadequate     .  and  even  though  the  situations  surrounding  the  two  padawans  couldn’t  be  more  different ,  qui - gon  would  be  lying  if  he  said  it  hadn’t  made  him  viscerally  think  of      XANATOS     .  all  of  this  meant  he’d  lashed  out  obi - wan ,  and  while  he  regretted  it ,  that  regret  did  nothing  to  soothe  the  new  tension  between  them  now  that  obi - wan  had  returned ,  to  both  the  order  and  to  his  apprenticeship  with  qui - gon . 

Your Result:

patron saint of lost faith patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

The Nocturne: The Rise

There is a darkness which has tormented you, and the genius lament burdens you, but fear not... you are the pull of the tide and the light of the moon on a winter path. You are the soft notes which increase in intensity till the pianist pours over the keys with such passion it can only bring tears to your eyes. You cannot do things halfway though you yearn for it, and you envy those blessed with blissful ignorance, but in the end you know you'd not have it any other way -- you are the rise they are afraid of till they cannot look away. Your song: Nocturne in C Minor by Chopin

you succeeded with your plan... right?

     you stand atop the peak, and you look down at the wreckage. it was righteous wreckage, you think. it was necessary. now, you can begin to rebuild; a new world that will be better than the last. you don't care that your hero's body lays at your feet-- dead and useless. you don't care that they were technically doing the same thing as you: trying to make what they thought was a better world. it doesn't matter that, really, it was pure chance that it was you who came out on top. it doesn't matter. it doesn't.