“I feel lost.” He spoke up, looking at you after hesitation to your question wondering how he was. “Lost?” You echoed, stepping forward to gather him in your arms. “Lost.” He repeated with a nod, letting you come to him. “Obi-wan and the council don’t trust me. Something’s happening.” He paused, as did you, standing just before him. “I’m not the Jedi I should be. I want more. And I know I shouldn’t.” He whispered.