"You mean other than the fact that you and your Masters are hunting down and eradicating all the Jedi in the galaxy?" I asked, bemused. Anger was not the Jedi way, so I had thrown what anger I had into ensuring my survival. The planet wasn't so bad, once you knew it's rhythm. But this part of the world was cold. I wouldn't miss that.

"When the warning came my master and I were already in the outer rim, well away from the Jedi Temple. My master was entrusted with a final mission of great importance, but he couldn't bring me with him."

After a moment, quietly and almost to myself I said; "He was supposed to come back."

I banished the thought. I hadn't thought about my Master's failure to return in many moons. I think deep down I knew that I could have left sooner--bought passage on some smuggler's ship. No one would have known me for a Jedi. But I hadn't left. I'd waited.

It seemed like the healing was done. I gently but firmly probed the area the injury had been, taking this last opportunity to admire the softness of his fur. "How does that feel?"