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[It was a sad day inside the jedi household. The building was empty, place quiet, and Qui-Gon was standing in a hallway fingertips pressed against a wall. His eyes were closed, his head bowed, and he heaved a slow sigh.]
This house is empty yet I can feel the presence of those departed. [He walked along the hall again stopping for a moment tapping at a wall.] Although we might leave this place and return to our worlds, we must always be mindful what impressions we live in this world. What we will miss, what we have changed.
[He paused, as if feeling something he did not want to feel and brought his hands back into the safety of his sleeves. He moved on.]
We should remember those that have left us with fondness. Two more are no longer with us. Obi-Wan. I wish to speak to you.
[With that, he cuts the feed.]
This house is empty yet I can feel the presence of those departed. [He walked along the hall again stopping for a moment tapping at a wall.] Although we might leave this place and return to our worlds, we must always be mindful what impressions we live in this world. What we will miss, what we have changed.
[He paused, as if feeling something he did not want to feel and brought his hands back into the safety of his sleeves. He moved on.]
We should remember those that have left us with fondness. Two more are no longer with us. Obi-Wan. I wish to speak to you.
[With that, he cuts the feed.]