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144 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
“Help me overcome my anger,” Obi-Wan said. His fingers were curled into fists. He looked down at them and uncurled them, then gripped the frame of the view screen. “I feel such rage toward Jemba. He wants to use other people for his own gain, and I want to kill him for that. But I don’t like the way I feel right now. Qui-Gon was right. If I tried to stop Jemba, I would be doing so only to satisfy my own rage.”
“You seem calm,” Si Treemba observed.
“Something has just happened,” Obi-wan told him quietly. “I just realized something. Qui-Gon will never take me as a Padawan. He feels I am unworthy, and perhaps he is right. Maybe I wouldn’t be good at it.”
“And you are not angry?” Si Treemba asked, surprised.
“No,” Obi-Wan said. “I feel strange, Si Treemba. It’s as if a burden has been lifted from me. Perhaps I could be a good farmer. And to be good… to be a good person is more important than being a Jedi.”
“But what about Jemba?” Si Treemba asked.
“Yoda once told me that there are trillions of people in the galaxy, and only a few thousand Jedi Knights. He said we cannot try to right every wrong. All creatures must learn to stand for what is right, and not always rely upon the Jedi. Perhaps that is what the Arconans must do. I don’t know about the future. But today I choose not to fight.”