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[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne is leery of words like "blame" when it comes to Thirteen but...

Satine is probably right.

She blows a piece of hair out of her face, putting the camera back to a better angle.]

You seemed to be having an argument. Something about a council.

[hadthehighground]

[That makes Obi-Wan pause as he tries to think.]

Master Qui-Gon and I argued many times, including over the council.

[What with how his old master often liked to defy them and all.]

[peaceistheway]

[Helpfully-]

Master Qui-Gon Jinn could be a very hard headed man.

[demonicbeauty]

[Sort of seems to be a Jedi trait. And Ariadne nearly says it, before remembering herself.]

He had been invited to join.

This seemed...hurtful, somehow?

[hadthehighground]

[An amused glance is given to Satine. They had both been very hard headed actually. Which is why their heads butted so frequently. Though he somber a bit as Ariadne elaborates.]

Oh… yes. He neglected to tell me and I found out second hand.

[A pause.]

Council members were not allowed to have Padawans as serving on the council was very demanding. If he accepted it would have meant he could no longer be my master and I would have been transferred to someone else to complete my training.

[peaceistheway]

[Satine blinks.]

But he didn't accept. Correct?

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne looks back and forth between the two of them.

The guilt over disturbing them is mounting. It was silly. Obviously a trick of Thirteen...]