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Obi-Wan had never seen Yoda perturbed before, and it would have been vaguely upsetting even if the Master's ire had not been directed at him. Nevertheless, he remained calm. Showing his discomfort would accomplish nothing.
"Confer on you, the level of Jedi Knight the Coucil does," said Yoda. "But! Agree with you taking this boy as your Padawan learner, we do not."
"Qui-Gon believed in him," Obi-Wan insisted. "I believe in Qui-Gon."
Yoda gave a huff. "The Chosen One, the boy is not. And beyond this, grave danger I fear in his training."
"Master Yoda, I gave Qui-Gon my word. I will train Anakin. Without the approval of the Council, if I must."
"Then made, your decision is, hmm? Stop you I will not, if you truly wish to leave the Order. Know only that once made, undone your resignation cannot be."
Obi-Wan froze.
"Leave you to meditate on this, I will. The will of the Force, you must seek."
As Yoda closed the door behind him, the Council chambers fell silent, and for the first time in all his years at the Temple, Obi-Wan thought of the room as empty.
He knew what he had to do.