Qui-Gon observed your expression - the fury spilling from your eyes, the pure hatred that had developed over the years. The first Sith in a thousand years, just so happened to be a friend. When you appeared missing, countless Jedi spent hours searching for you. Qui-Gon never gave up hope, seeking through the Force for even a glimpse of you. Anything to let him know you were still alive.

And he'd discovered nothing. Until now. Your eyes were no longer the fragile hue he often immersed himself in. A striking gold had supplanted it, sending chills down those who dared gaze within them. And despite that, Qui-Gon still held that soft look he always had whenever he looked at you.

"Try to relax..." Qui-Gon's voice gently murmured from beside you - low as he set a hand carefully upon your shoulder. "Focus on that anger...Now slowly release it. Accept it as a part of you. But do not let it control you.."

And now he was desperately trying to bring that light back to you. He had to; you were everything to him.