[Was his life, and in some ways still is. It was on him to make sure the Jedi continued. Something that he would pass on to Luke. The Order was still important to him even if it didn't exist here or at home. Just... not in the same way.

What Qui-Gon said next though drew a solemn, thoughtful silence. His eyes staring down at his hands for a few moments before looking up again.]

There was a time when I would have. When we left her on Mandalore, if she had asked, I would have stayed. I would have left the Order.

...

Part of me had hoped she would.

[But she didn't, and he knew it was for his sake. Perhaps because she thought he might have resented her for it.]

But in the long run... no. I couldn't leave you, and I couldn't leave Anakin.

[And yet he remembered how heart broken he was.]