Note: Takes some liberties with the setting i.e. if I didn't know a detail for sure and couldn't find out on Wookieepedia, I made it up. Warnings for major character death.

Looking back, Caleb should have skipped the meeting.

A message had been sent out to all Jedi to report to the Temple. The sight of Master Yoda, the same wizened face which oversaw every Initiate's early lessons over the past several centuries, added a deliberate weight to the call. Surely even the handful of Jedi off-world felt a peculiar guilt for ignoring the immediate summons, pressing into mind the remembered shame of a mishandled toy or wet pants. Not a bad trick. Caleb told himself he was attending for perfectly ordinary reasons, and not because of the unnerving discord he felt at even considering disobedience. He was curious. Anyone would be.

He'd chosen a viewing spot near the back of the room to get a sightline on the large viewscreen while staying clear of the tight gathering of elders, youngsters, and everyone in-between. He had just leaned against a convenient bit of wall when he felt a touch at his shoulder.

Even before he turned, he knew who it was. "This is my wall, Depa." He said it with a smile, ready to shift and make room. She was shorter than he was, and needed a better view.

"With me, Caleb."

Just as with Yoda's summons, he couldn't shake off the feeling that 'no' wasn't an option with his former master today. He'd happily followed her into far scarier places than through a crowd of their fellows. He hurried his steps to keep up. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," she said with impish amusement, and would say no more. They had long ago settled into their positions as equals and friends. Caleb could forgive Depa's habit of acting like his mother when she thought he could use some guidance. She needed a new Padawan to train up and to take her mind off bothering Caleb about taking on an apprentice of his own.

Her path led them away from the main gathering chamber. His curiosity nagged at him. He'd wanted to watch the proceedings with everyone else. He assumed there'd be a recording for later, but it wasn't the same. Instead, and to his delight, Depa brought him to the Council chamber. About thirty Jedi thronged the airy room, the Masters in their seats, and the rest standing at the edges. Depa noted his quickly-held grin as she took her own chair, indicating a place for him to stand just behind her with a perfect view.

Two kids stood in the middle of the room, a boy and a girl, both about fourteen years old. They looked younger. He'd have thought the twin causes of galactic turmoil would appear a little more evil. Instead, the boy had a wide-eyed expression as he was overwhelmed with the sheer number of Jedi in this building and surrounding him in this room. His gaze darted around the chamber, catching on faces and jumping away again to stare out the window at the vehicles rushing past. His sister radiated a calm and dignity that refused to be affronted by the obvious intimidation attempt. Every so often, she smiled at her brother in the same manner Depa had often smiled at Caleb, indulgent but with an undertone of "Quit it, you are embarrassing me," which the boy ignored.

Low conversations took place around the room, pairs and trios whispering. Master Kenobi sat directly in front of the children, watching them. His face remained unreadable.

"I think it's time," he said, voice mild but tone firm enough to silence the rest of the chattering. "Children, please state your names. For our records."

Caleb nearly laughed, which Depa silenced with a look. He was being allowed in here as her guest. Her expression said he could choose to behave, or he could go back downstairs with the rest of the assembled throng, but she knew he'd make the correct choice. He settled his expression instantly.

This had to be some kind of joke. Everybody knew who these kids were, and what they represented. Caleb had been a kid, not any older than these two, when everything had changed. Chancellor Palpatine had been revealed as the Sith Lord behind the Separatists this whole time. Master Windu had led the mission to arrest him with three other Jedi.

From where he stood, Caleb could see Master Windu in his own red chair, face still bearing the scars from that day. Windu caught Depa's eye and nodded once.

Master Windu had returned to the Temple alone, reporting to the astonished Council that Anakin Skywalker had joined him, and had slain the Chancellor himself. Skywalker had then fled, joining his secret wife in exile on her homeworld of Naboo. That same hour, most of the Grand Army of the Republic had gone berserk. To no one's knowledge, the clones had been implanted with an organic chip in their heads which short-circuited at the death of the Chancellor. Without him, the chips had killed the poor wretches within minutes, but not before they attacked the nearest target in their blind panic and rage. Those targets had often been other clones or innocent civilians, or the Jedi who'd been their allies. Caleb still woke up from nightmares about his friends writhing in agony while he stood back, frightened and unable to help.

The Republic had tilted wildly, flinging blame in all directions, most of it landing directly on the Order. The Jedi had assassinated Palpatine. The Jedi wanted to seize power. The Senate squabbled and fought, electing and rejecting leader after leader. Skywalker's clandestine marriage and the birth of his children a few days later were used as further proof of the untrustworthiness of the group as a whole: so-called chaste peacekeepers had conducted a massive war and murdered the Chancellor, while engaging in lurid entanglements. Truth and rumor warped together. Jedi could control the minds of others. Jedi abducted young children from their parents and taught them unnatural magic. What else had they done? What else would they do?

To save the precarious new peace, the Jedi chose to withdraw from the public world and to retreat within these walls on Coruscant and the smaller Temples on other worlds. Only a few remained in the galaxy at large. Master Billaba had taken her own apprentice away from here as often as she could justify it, but more of the Order had been unhappy with their involvement in the war, and were pleased to be handed a reason to focus on inner peace rather than outer chaos. The Jedi had faded into an uncomfortable legend elsewhere, keeping themselves uninvolved with politics and power. A few diplomatic missions were approved from time to time, as well as missions for those whose task it was to identify children with Force sensitivity and offer their families the chance for their education. Some Jedi politely ignored the decree and went about their own business. Most of these were healers or teachers, sworn to their work with greater bonds than to the wishes of the Council. A rare few were troublemakers who couldn't help getting involved. Master Tano was one of the latter, rarely seen on Coruscant but present today in her own chair, silently watching the rest of the room.

Alderaan held the Chancellorship now, but it was a meaningless position. The Senate was a mere shell of its former power, content to squabble over minutia while systems established their own treaties and laws against the will of a powerless central government. The Separatists were gone, vanished as soon as Palpatine died, but their goal of dissolving the power of the Core Worlds had succeeded. All this had happened because one Jedi took the law into his own hands for the sake of the woman he loved.

Four months ago, Anakin Skywalker died on Naboo, a victim of his own overconfidence and the poor braking abilities of a podracer he'd built. The news had come to Master Kenobi directly from Skywalker's widow. And now their children, the root of these ills, two of the most famous causes of strife in recent Jedi history, had come to Coruscant.

Nevertheless, they stated their names, the boy eagerly, and the girl with veiled annoyance. Luke. Leia. As if those assembled didn't already know.

"Thank you," said Master Kenobi. "And why have you come?"

Leia said, "We wish to be trained in the ways of the Force."

His face was kind. "Coming to us as adolescents is not how Jedi are typically trained."

"We know," Luke said.

His sister said, "Usually you abduct children as infants and raise them here. Our parents opted against that path."

Caleb expected a gasp of outrage, a denial, something. Instead, her pronouncement was greeted only by an intense silence. The Council wasn't here to debate Jedi tradition. Her eyes flickered to the faces surrounding them, and he noted the faint crack in her prideful display as she realized her error. The child had thought to school her elders. Typical for that age, he recalled, with another glance to Depa who clearly remembered the same.

"Arrogant your father was, and mistaken in his beliefs." Master Yoda's voice wasn't accusing, only thoughtful. "Untrained younglings may be dangerous to themselves and their families. Their own powers they often cannot control."

"We've been trained," said the boy, undaunted. He stepped forward, raising his hand and showing the Force projection of a sphere, turning to a cube, then to a pyramid. It was a simple exercise taught to the young as a focusing technique. "Our father taught us all sorts of things."

"That's what we're afraid of," said Master Windu.

Leia looked at him, taking in his scarred face. "Then teach us better things. We didn't travel here to fight you. We came because we know we have too much power not to finish our training. We don't intend to be dangerous." The tiny hook inside her words clearly caught the attention of the Council.

"Too old you are," Yoda said. "Just as your father was. Not ready to let go of attachment, not to your mother, or to each other. Led your father to murder and exile it did."

"Lead us somewhere else, then."

"They need training." This was a new voice. Master Tano stood from her seat. This ought to be good. She'd been Skywalker's Padawan, and had defied the Council herself more than once. As far as Caleb knew, she was the only Jedi ever to walk away from the Order and walk back on her own terms. The Council might know where she spent the intervening years, but Caleb didn't. He'd heard every rumor from a forbidden romance with one of the surviving clones to founding her own secret army in the Outer Rim.

"I agree," said Master Kenobi. His voice carried, a little too loud, a little too firm.

Master Windu said, "When they pass the Initiate Trials, they may be taken on as apprentices for more proper guidance." When?

Caleb relaxed. This was theater. The hope on the twins' faces was genuinely surprised, but the rest of the Council must have discussed this in closed session. They had already decided. This public viewing was to allow the rest of the Order to see, and to understand. Caleb appreciated that Depa wrangled him a front row seat, but he could have just watched the recording.

Master Tano said, "I will take Luke as my Padawan. Anakin taught me. I can teach his son." Master Kenobi nodded once.

Small conversations broke out around the room. Caleb leaned over to Depa. "Figures they'd keep the kids in the family. I'll bet you ten credits Master Kenobi will train the girl himself." Jedi were taken from their parents as children, with the permission of those parents, but they formed their own family units, raised as children to the Order then themselves acting as parents and grandparents to the young ones who followed. Caleb could recite his own Jedi lineage back through centuries.

Depa didn't reply. Her eyes stayed focused on her own former master.

Master Yoda quieted the noise with a gesture. "A suitable master Leia will need as well, to teach her the ways of the Force."

Caleb gulped back his smile as Master Kenobi opened his mouth to speak. But instead of requesting the task for himself, he said, "Master Windu has already found an appropriate teacher."

Caleb didn't have much in the way of foresight, but he had enough for his stomach to drop to his boots even before Mace Windu said, "Caleb Dume will train Leia. I feel it will be a good fit for both."

"Agreed," said Master Yoda before Caleb could even sputter out his first indignant reply, which was instantly silenced by a calm, sweet, infuriating smile from Depa. She'd known. Of course she'd known. No doubt she'd suggested it. The stare she gave him told him they both knew he wouldn't dare say a word in front of the Council, much less in front of all the cameras broadcasting this to every Jedi in the galaxy.

"Congratulations, Caleb. You owe me ten credits."

He'd put on a stock smile, had nodded to the curious onlookers who'd turned to them, and had thanked the ones who offered approval on his finding a suitable Padawan. He stood where he was and waited very patiently for the chance to talk with Depa alone. Among the rest, any emotional outburst would reflect poorly on them both. Alone, he could ask her if she'd lost her damn mind.

An hour later, he finally tugged her arm to a private corner down the hallway, or as private as any corner could be. The Temple always buzzed with people at all hours. Even the city outside their walls seemed less crowded by comparison, which was why Caleb took every chance he could to step out and get a breath of air less congested by an overabundance of serenity. Depa didn't like his excursions, and she was unimpressed by his ability not to get caught causing too much trouble when he did. This had to be her way of getting back at him.

"Depa, I don't like children."

"Children don't like you, either. You'll do fine."

"Am I being punished for something? Is it that thing from the bar? I maintain my emotions were in full control. Master Yoda would have decked that guy." The guy in question possessed eight arms and had been using seven of them to upset the nice Tilosian woman serving the drinks when his inebriated face had come into contact with Caleb's fist.

"You aren't being punished. Training young Jedi is a privilege, even young Jedi who think they know better than you." She patted his arm, looking to any viewers as though she was offering advice and support to her former Padawan. "Perhaps you'll be lucky, and she won't pass the Initiate Trials."

Leia outshone her brother in their Initiate Trials, though only by a small degree. Her focus was tighter, working through each exercise with a serious determination Caleb found worrying. Luke performed his required tasks with a giddy delight at showing off his powers. Master Tano stood beside Caleb as they observed their new Padawans, her face inscrutable. Caleb had only met Anakin Skywalker once. She'd worked closely with him for some time. Maybe she was reliving difficult memories. Maybe she was regretting her choice. At least she'd had a choice.

He'd had even less luck convincing Master Windu he wasn't a suitable teacher for the girl. Windu had given him a look, one that Depa had adopted and honed during her own time as Caleb's master. "The Council voted that you were the best choice." Caleb noted that the word 'unanimously' could have been dropped into that sentence, and had not been. Others on the High Council agreed Caleb was a poor choice.

He was sure one of them stood next to him now, putting on a smile for the twins as they finished their trials and rejoined them. "You did well. Your parents would be very proud." The layer of sorrow under her words cloaked the victory.

"Thank you," Leia said, then turned her attention to Caleb. For a moment, he could practically read her internal sigh of acceptance. "Did you have any notes for me, Master?"

"You did great, kid. I'd appreciate it if you used my name instead."

She tilted her head in agreement.

Luke asked, "What did you think, Master?"

Tano's smile grew kinder. "I think you've got a lot to learn about focus, but please help me keep from ever shadowing your enthusiasm." She glanced at Caleb. "You may call me Ahsoka when we're not in formal session with the other Jedi."

"Right," said Caleb. "Formal stuff, you should stick with 'Master.'" Leia gave him another look that held just-disguised disappointment, and she tilted her head again in what was barely a nod of agreement.

Luke said, "Do we start our training now?"

"Tomorrow," said Tano. "The arrangement still must be formally approved."

Caleb shared a glance with his future Padawan, and knew they both held the same dwindling hope this situation might yet be avoided. He said, "I could go talk with Master Yoda."

"No," said Tano. "He's too busy to be bothered with minor details."

"I can wait."

"He'll be busy then, too."

He'd already lost. He knew that. Sometime between the arrival of the children on Coruscant and the announcement a few hours later, everyone above him in the hierarchy had decided for him. He didn't have to like it. "Right."

Tano returned her attention to the kids. "Quarters have been arranged for you. You've each been given a room near one of us. Does your ship belong to you, or will someone be returning it to Naboo for you?"

"It's ours," Luke said. "We left our things there."

"Ah," said Caleb. "First lesson. Jedi don't really own much. Possessions make you possessive. We can have everything returned to your mom."

Leia made another face. He learned later that she'd brought a large number of dresses with her, the elegant Naboo fashion famed throughout the galaxy. She hadn't brought them to wear, but to sell in case the pair needed money. She'd been less clear on how that would be arranged. They'd come equipped with knowledge and ideas, and zero experience.

"Come, Luke," Tano said. "I'll show you your room. I can walk you through the basic meditations."

"Father taught us those," Luke said. "See you later, Leia."

"No," Tano said, and this was spoken far more sternly than her previous kind tone. "The two of you will not be training together. The second lesson stems from the first. As you must let go of what you own, you must also let go of what you love." Her voice and her expression remained composed. Caleb couldn't read the flicker of a different emotion he saw in her eyes. Perhaps he'd imagined it.

Luke and Leia stepped closer to each other. They'd been born because a Jedi had refused to surrender what he'd loved. They'd been raised by parents who loved them deeply, and they'd grown in one another's shade since the day of their birth. Master Yoda had been right about that. They were far too old to let go.

He recalled that some masters chose to train their students together, building bonds that way.

Caleb said, "I'll show you your new room, kid. Tell your brother you'll see him tomorrow." He flashed a grin at Tano, who did not return it.

He blurred through settling his new apprentice into her new room. This was her bed. These were the standard robes all the Padawans wore and this is where she could drop them to be laundered at night. This was the closest 'fresher. Meals were in the dining hall. Did she have any questions? No? Great.

"Where do you live?"

He'd almost slipped away. "Not far." She folded her arms. "I'll show you the way." He led her down the corridor and through another passage. His door looked like all the rest. Leia read the number and nodded. Then she stared at him until he opened the door. "See? Just like yours." He kept his quarters neat, empty of everything unnecessary except for some datapads he'd been reading, and a glass he kept for the occasional late night drink of water. The glass was a pleasing deep blue, the only burst of color in the whole room. Leia's eyes narrowed as she examined it after taking in the rest of the spare space.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Since I was your age."

She looked at the blue glass again. "Father said his room was full of his projects." She was probably just lonely. New world, recently lost her dad. Maybe she wanted to talk about him. Caleb didn't know much about Anakin, and the little he did know had come directly from Master Windu, who had not been a fan.

He dredged up a detail. "He was a good engineer, from what I've heard."

"He was. I'll go back to my room now. Thank you."

"I can show you."

"I'll find my way." She left. Caleb wondered if she was going to shut her door and cry. Even the kids raised here in the Temple had a habit of doing that sometimes during adolescence. Leia hadn't looked like she was sad, merely thoughtful.

He followed her outside, seeing her vanish around the corner. He kept far behind, making sure she went back to the right room and didn't decide to give herself an unguided tour. She found her door without trouble, and he was almost sure she didn't notice him standing just out of sight.

His head hurt.

Depa should have known better than this. Caleb had no business training an apprentice, especially not one as powerful as Skywalker's kid. She wasn't going to see reason any time soon, and she would not be a friendly ear to his complaints.

He turned a different direction and headed towards the door of a friend. Sammo didn't have an apprentice either. Caleb could complain to him, and count on the sympathy he wasn't getting anywhere else. Alternately, Sammo would feel free to tease him and help Caleb get his equilibrium back, another valuable gift.

Caleb tapped on the door, though not too loudly.

Jedi were strongly discouraged from forming strong attachments with others. The twins were a good example of why that rule remained in place. The Order was inclined to turn a blind eye, or even a wistfully amused gaze, on more casual arrangements. Bodies had needs, and most sentient races sought close companionship as a means of maintaining mental health. His friends Sammo and Tai had formed an arrangement: not romantic, not binding, not exclusive, and thus not overtly forbidden. Still, he hated walking in on them.

There was no answer. When he made his way to Tai's door, there was no one home there. Either both were out, or they were busy together. Come to that, he hadn't seen them in a few days. That was almost worth opening the door to see if they were all right. Instead, he engaged the nearest computer terminal and did an inquiry. Sammo Quid and Tai Uzuma were both listed as away from the Temple. Meditative retreat.

He had an unfortunately clear picture of what they were doing instead of meditating. Worse, he knew he was going to remember that picture when he started teaching his Padawan about meditation techniques tomorrow.

Master Tano woke her apprentice well before first light and had him somewhere in the Temple Caleb couldn't easily locate by the time he and Leia were ready to begin.

"She doesn't want you to train together."

"She'll come around," Leia said. "I can locate them if you want. Luke and I can always find each other."

"Good trick, but no. We'll work on our own. Why don't you show me what you already know?"

"Of course, Master. How much time do we have?" She kept on the polite end of insouciance. Punished. He was being punished. Depa was cross at him and had arranged this to teach him a lesson.

Caleb rubbed his temples, hoping to look as though he was thinking hard rather than fighting back what he suspected would be a ten-year headache. "Just start with the basics, kid."

She was good with meditation stances. He would give her that much. She had admirable control over her telekinesis. She wasn't in as perfect a physical condition as most new Padawans were, but she'd never had need to be. These children had been raised in comfort, not pushed to their limits each day. During hand to hand sparring, as he tested her reflexes against an opponent, he could feel the potential strength in her muscles and core. With some discipline and exercise, Leia would be throwing him into the wall within a month, but not today. He took her legs from under her with a sweep, and watched with some approval as she bounced up instantly from her fall.

"Not bad. How are you with a lightsaber?"

She hesitated. "I'm all right. Luke's better." The admission cost her. She was obviously used to be the better one at most activities. Her brother seemed good-natured enough not to mind, or maybe he'd had to learn equanimity young.

Caleb grabbed a training staff from the wall. "Show me what you've got."

They worked until it was time for a break, which Leia was sure coincided with the same break for her brother. Her steps never faltering, she led Caleb directly to the out of the way atrium Tano had found. She and Luke rested against one wall after what clearly had been an exhausting morning for them, too. Both brightened as they saw Leia. Tano lost her smile the instant she saw Caleb following.

"Tough day?" he asked casually, grabbing a seat on the ground a few feet away.

"It's been great!" said Luke, launching into an excited description of their training regimen for Leia's benefit. Caleb gave half an ear, hoping to pick up some ideas. He'd never wanted to train an apprentice, and hadn't spent any time considering the best way to go about the job. Depa had plucked him right from his training here, and she'd taken him off to war shortly thereafter. These two were unknowns, and he hoped Tano had enough insight into their past from her own training under the same teacher.

The rest of his attention was directed to her now. They had rarely interacted in the past. She was a few years his elder, never in the same groups when they'd been children, absent during much of his adolescence, and operating in far different circles now they were adults. They knew plenty of Jedi in common, but they weren't friends. They'd been amiable enough on the few occasions they'd spoken, and he considered her no different from any other Jedi, even given her allegedly colorful history. Caleb knew he was more apt to notice a pretty face than he ought to be, an interest Depa had warned him against since he'd been fifteen. Tano was gorgeous, but he was positive he'd never so much as looked at her in an inappropriate fashion. All of this taken together meant he was mystified why she glared at him now like she would something smashed on the front viewscreen of her favorite ship: inconsequential yet sticky and in her way.

"We should get back to work," she said abruptly, just as Leia began telling Luke about her own training. She watched both faces fall, staring for a moment at the girl. Her jaw tightening, she added, "If the two of you would like to join us, you may."

Caleb said, "I'm not sure we..." He broke off at the dual stare being directed at him instead. "Fine."

Tano said, "Caleb, would you please retrieve the training lightsabers? I didn't bring enough for everyone."

"On it."

He made his way back to the training area where the younglings worked, nodding as he passed faces he knew. He pulled out two training sabers, then decided on four just in case she'd meant to say she hadn't brought any.

"You appear to be missing an apprentice," Depa said, joining him suddenly and acting as though they'd spent several hours chatting already.

"Just grabbing some equipment. The kids are pretty good with these."

"They're together?"

He shrugged, a difficult action holding while four lightsaber handles. "They wanted to. Master Tano was all right with it. Honestly, I think she's got a better grasp on where to start with them. Skywalker was her teacher, too. She knows his techniques."

"And you know mine."

"I did. It's been a while since I was their age. Was I that short?"

"Shorter." She started to laugh and let out a thick cough instead. She met his eyes. His former Master had developed a chronic breathing problem years ago during a mission to Haruun Kal, courtesy of the planet's toxic volcanic gases. She'd been in remission for months but the past week had brought another flare-up of her symptoms. His stare asked if she'd been to see the medical droids lately. Her return stare said she'd go in her own time. "Bring Leia by my quarters tonight for dinner. I can tell her embarrassing stories about your time as a Padawan learner."

"There's an offer," he said. "She already doesn't have much respect for me."

"As you know, fourteen year olds are famous for showing great respect towards their elders." He frowned at her implied jab, which drew a laugh and a kind hand on his shoulder. "I'll ask Mace to join us. He can tell her about my early days. We were all her age once, even Mace, and I might have a few tales to tell her about him."

"It's a deal."

He hurried back to the atrium, slowing his steps as he neared. He could hear Tano speaking in a low voice, though he couldn't make out her words. He tripped over a few stones he would swear weren't there when he'd left. Tano stopped speaking. The three of them watched him as he stepped out to rejoin them.

"Thank you," she said, taking two lightsabers from his hands and throwing one to Luke. She hadn't brought two for herself, and would have sent him back for more. He wasn't about to ask if that had been intentional.

"Let's go over form," Caleb said. "Leia has some decent moves, but not much in the way of control."

Tano said, "Anakin was always more interested in reacting to the fight in the moment. It's a very intuitive strategy that has served me well."

"And I can't wait to learn more about that technique, but we should start with the basics."

"Do you believe they should learn Vaapad on their first day?"

"No, which is good because I haven't learned it yet, either." Master Windu's signature lightsaber form had always eluded him. Depa had never given Caleb more than a few lessons for him to recognize when he was up against it in order to know he should run away.

This earned a more examining look from Tano. "Fine. You may work them through the basic forms."

The first thing he noticed was how much more graceful his student's motions were when she worked next to her brother. He assumed the fascinated surprise on Tano's face meant Luke was also showing improvement while working with his twin. They would have practiced together at home, learning everything as a pair under their father's inconsistent tutelage. Naturally, their gifts would have developed together, grown as part of one another. Caleb was only guessing. Siblings were uncommon among the Jedi.

He helped Luke steady his stance, then assisted Leia with the position of her left arm. At their age, he'd been off fighting a war, getting his lessons in during the down times between battles. The quick motions from one parry to the next had given him desperately-needed structure when he'd faced down battle droids hours later.

"Use what you know, and know it well enough to use it without thinking," had been the teaching drilled into his head. Motion that came without thought had saved his life.

As soon as they broke for more spontaneous sparring, both children dropped their newly-learned technique, aiming for quick ripostes without form. Tano returned these, using her own capricious style. It worked. She was the Jedi Master and Caleb was just another Knight. He was still certain the kids could do better with more structure, no matter how much his Padawan rolled her eyes.

The hour grew late. Caleb called an end to today's lightsaber lessons. "It's time for dinner, then some work with your meditation."

"We'll join you for dinner," said Master Tano, putting away the training weapons. "You and I can decide what our plan is." She had thawed to him over the course of the day. Maybe they'd just started out in a bad place, what with her grieving her former master and Caleb's less than happy attitude about taking on Leia.

"That will be... Wait, no. Not tonight. Leia and I are meeting Master Billaba and Master Windu for dinner."

Without changing a single muscle on her face or altering one note in her voice, Tano's space-cold chill fell back in place between them. "Of course." She nodded to Leia. "We will see you tomorrow."

Caleb watched her go, noticing she'd left the training sabers. He picked them up. Fine. She didn't like him. He wasn't going to let that affect their work. He hadn't asked for this task, but he wasn't going to do a bad job to get out of the duty. That wouldn't be fair to the girl standing here with him, and also Depa would never stop scolding him if he tried. He wondered if Depa knew she was the voice of his conscience even when she wasn't around. He also wondered if everyone else had the same issue, with their former masters chastising them long after they had parted ways.

As Tano and Luke disappeared from sight, he wondered what the little voice of Anakin Skywalker inside her head told her to do.

So what do you think is going on?

Additional note: It appears Kanan isn't the only one who can't recognize a blatant lie.