8 Considerations

A/N:

"Hey!" - said aloud

{"I hate them."} - thoughts

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The first time Tord met his new Padawan brother was when he was twenty. The young champagne-blonde haired boy with turquoise eyes stared him for quite a while before squealing and launching himself to hug him. The small child kept on calling him as 'Sun Princess' which received the obvious amusement of Master Erya and Master Yoda for such a display.

That being said, the small ten-year-old was just as talented as his aunt when she was a child which was why when whispers of who could possibly be the next Battlemaster when Master Erya retires it is already expected that it would be Cin Drallig.

Having a Midicholrian count of 12, 800 the boy was adept in using the Force for his age but what really made him special was how he handled lightsabers. The child was basically a lightsaber prodigy that Tord couldn't stop himself from agreeing whenever Cin asked him to spar with him — he knew it was one way for him to make Erya complacent enough that he could dispose of her. That, and Cin knew how to use puppy dog eyes so effectively which made the silvernette wonder why according to the Wookiepedia Cin Drallig in his later years would be given the nickname of 'The Troll.'

It was just absurd. Nonetheless, he did already experience a number of more absurd things in a few of his past lives. Meeting people who he had all thought to be fictional and actually living a life that others would definitely kill for made Tord be as open-minded as possible.

He had to that is. But that doesn't really matter now, does it?

Putting those things aside, the sudden appearance of Cin Drallig to his life along with the actual fact that Yoda had been his Master made him reconsider a few things. It made him consider what would he do with his future.

It made Tord was consider the boy as his possible ally. The man's role in the future was substantial enough as the Head of Security of the Temple.

That, and knowing himself and how his body usually worked, Tord knew that he would live a long time. A very long time. He knew that he might even outlive Yoda's 900 hundred years as long no serious injury was given to him or a very grievous illness comes his way. After all, the way he aged was far too slow and sometimes he even stopped aging after a certain point. But usually, whenever he stopped aging it would be when he was in his twenties. Rarely would it happen when he was in in his thirties or forties and never older than that.

Thinking about it, was possibly because of his magic. That as much magic was said to be the excess energy that came from their souls, he believed that it was more than that. Tord believed that his magic was more than just some disposable tool but a representation of his strength and his soul. It was a part of who he was.

Which was why, Tord always took care to never show his magic to anyone.

Not to Master Yoda which he considered his adoptive eccentric father in this universe.

Not to anyone whom he can't easily enough eliminate and silence. Period.

Tord didn't show them because somehow it felt like it wasn't yet the time.

{"Yet, when would it be the time?"} He mused internally a few times since it involved his own future.

{"What exactly would I do? I know about Dooku's betrayal. I know about the pain on which Obi-Wan Kenobi would feel for being constantly being put down by the other Masters and nearly sent off to the AgriCorps. I know about the Chosen One and his possible fate that would help the Light side.

What should I do?

Should I remain passive and simply watch at the sidelines? Or…Should I take things at my own hands? Should I try to guide Dooku to be better? Should I take Obi-Wan as my Padawan as he enters the Crèche? No, should I adopt him through a blood ritual? That way he could truly be mine as child. He would be my son. Obi-Wan Kenobi could be my child.

But what about the Council? I can possibly hide the blood adoption. But…The possible sudden change in appearance and Midichlorian count could tip off that something is wrong. That, and I don't want to hide him.

I don't want to hide little Obi. I want to make him happy. I want him to be my family and finally have someone I could actually love a little more freely.

I want…."}

Tord shook his head at how his emotions were going. But…For the silver haired reincarnator he really did have a soft spot for the man that would be known as the Chosen One's Master. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a favorite character of his for his wit, looks and his accent.

And to know that he could possible have the other. It was just too much. It was making him giddy in excitement and worry at the repercussions it entailed since changing Obi-Wan's blood and Padawan lineage could affect a whole lot of things.

But the other's accent…It was supposedly of Coruscanti in nature as depicted in the movies and media. But for Tord, the accent was far too close to being British and he had once fallen for someone with such an accent. He had, at a certain gruelingly lengthy point of existence, fallen for Tom and his stupid British accent. Which was why, it may be the reason on why he too now took the accent when speaking Basic and had forgone his original Norwegian tones. It may also be the reason why Obi-Wan Kenobi's character endeared itself to him.

{"Oh dear Force…I'm too selfish for even wanting to have my favorite character become mine. For it to even subconsciously influence me enough to pick certain paths,"} Tord internally grumbled as he placed his head on his hands and continued, {"I should have realized it sooner. I could have chosen to be a Jedi Sentinel and yet my mind unknowingly led me back to the path of battle and now act as a Jedi Guardian. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Guardian. So was Anakin Skywalker."}

"Kark it! If I already messed things up the way it is, I might as well things up all the way!" Tord exclaimed as he stared at the ceiling above him.

"Surely, there must be a policy about that in the Order's books that says that attachments and children could be allowed.

After all, in a certain sense, I am the last of my kind. I am the last of the Magical kind."