"Plo Koon?" Obi-Wan asks, then smiles, quick and bright. "Oh, he was fine. A bit sore for a few days, but he certainly repaid me a few weeks later and we were only... eight or nine at the time. Children tend to bounce back a little quicker, don't they?"

Master Yoda, on the other hand, hadn't been especially pleased with young Obi-Wan, who had a tendency to bend the rules until they almost snapped just before backing off and claiming innocence. The rules he broke were the ones no one tended to realize.

"He felt... chaotic," he says. "Your friend, that is. Like a storm of selfishness and selflessness all at the same time. A dangerous combination, were he a Jedi."