True.

Present, but skeleton-like.

Where is... He? Everyone else? Oh. Home. In the other room.

Just about died this morning. Time to dRAW THE LINE bur he's so tired.

Packing up his things.

Nope. He's leaving. He's actually dressed in robes, even.

He'll ignore Padmé's question, and address Anakin. "You've given an order to not kill me, yes? Do you intend to lift that if I leave?"

clones returning with obi wan: uh sir we found--- vader (really tired): no no, put him back where you found him, don't touch him, its fine

"I've narrowed it down to four options," His voice is strained, but he's hiding the hurt well. "Extinguish your darkness - the least >

> likely -, let me leave, kill me here, or let the clones kill me."

At the start of this all, he was terrified of Vader killing him. Hah.

He steels himself, grinding his jaw together. "If I die, I'll be sure you are told."

"It isn't as if you will never see me again, Anakin," he hikes his bag over a shoulder and brushes past them both. "You know what to do."

Good thing Vader didn't grab him, he'd probably break that teeny wrist if he did.

He's found a little girl. She was the Padawan of Master Sori Junin. He's taken in her in, but can't help from thinking she'll be alone soon.

Personally, he feels like passing into the Force is made out to be a lot more dramatic that it really must be.

Which is, frankly, ridiculous, considering all that the Jedi concentrate on being modest and humble.

It is only eventful for those around and close to the Jedi, not the Jedi himself.

Old man's musings.