The sun was so warm and nice as it shone in through the large windows of Naboo’s palace, the queen having been generous enough to give the gathered Jedi council a nice room to hear the debrief of the mission.

Oh, did Obi-Wan say debrief?

He meant interrogation.

Or that’s what it felt like he was to be at least, standing in front of the council masters with Qui-Gon at one side and Anakin on the other, the boy holding onto his hand while pressing his head to Obi-Wan’s hip, smiling up at him.

For all the unnerving qualities Anakin had, he was still a child.

If Obi-Wan was honest, he would have preferred to speak to his master before he ended up in front of the council. But the medic had informed the council once Obi-Wan woke up and was safe enough to take off the supports.

And they had wanted an explanations for the obviously almost impossible things both Anakin and Obi-Wan had been doing.

The connection the two shared that had become obvious with Obi-Wan being able to conduct Anakin’s powers to save Qui-Gon.

The thought must have floated across the bond he could feel between himself and Anakin, because the boy let out a soft, inquiring noise. Raising his hand, Obi-Wan gently petted the blond fluff of Anakin’s newly washed hair, soothing the other half-breed before glancing nervously at the council.

Expectant eyes watched him in return, both from the council and from his master, though Qui-Gon was more filled with concern.

He had more than once asked Obi-Wan if he felt strong enough to be on his feet and had also suggested a hoverchair.

Obi-Wan had rejected the proposal, now that he was awake, he was soaking in the power everywhere and healing himself.

“An explanation you have for us, padawan Kenobi, hmm?” Yoda questioned, leaning forward in his hover platform while raising both brows and ears.

It was so odd to be faced to face with the council all in a line in front of him and not the circle.

Obi-Wan had to mentally shake that thought, it was clear that while he was recovering, his thoughts were still spiraling a bit.

He glanced at Anakin and then let out a deep sigh. “Please understand masters, I meant no harm by holding back information, however,” He got that out quickly, before any of the now stiff councilors could inject. “The Jedi believe in the Force, in the dark, the light and the balance. In our code and in justice and law.” Obi-Wan stated.

Anakin was holding onto him, a low thrum of power echoing from the boy and into Obi-Wan, encouraging his healing.

Master Windu raised a brow at the stewjoni native. “Yes, this much stands true.” He made a vague finger motion, a ‘continue’ move.

Pausing, gathering his words, feeling his master gentle support with a the man settling his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a shaking breath. “Had I admitted what I knew, I would have been branded a heretic, even as a child and sent away from the Jedi order, the one home I knew. Or I would have been locked up to be studied under the guise of my Force visions becoming too much for me.” He continued.

Depa and Adi exchanged disconcerted expression and Plo tapped his long claws on the chair arm.

But none of them argued against the potential of such a thing.

It made Obi-Wan even more sure than ever that his decision had been right.

And it made him worry for the admittance he was about to commit to even more, despite the evidence of such what he and Anakin was.

Squaring himself, drawing comfort from Anakin being pressed to his hip and Qui-Gon’s supporting hand, Obi-Wan plongued in. “We, Anakin and I, are half-breeds. That is not to say we are not human,” He stated quietly, licking his chapped lips as the sun shone so warmly against his skin. “We are half Force gods, our parents were avatars of the Force in some manner and we are the product of their… unison with humans.”

His words rang into the silence of the room, Obi-Wan could hear birds crowing and chirping in the distance.

He could feel the disbelief and shock echoing in the room, he could feel Qui-Gon’s hand tightening on his shoulder before relaxing, the man gently thumbing his shoulder in comfort as Qui-Gon sent a mix of confusion yet acceptance his way and he could feel sweat roll down the back of his neck.

Glancing down, meeting Anakin’s blue eyes, Obi-Wan swallowed. “Though Anakin is… different to me. I don’t know why but he is… more and I don’t understand it. I am beholden to him.” He whispered.

There was a shift, the swish of cloth and Obi-Wan looked back up only to jerk a bit as he found Plo Koon right in front of him.

The kel dor lifted his hand, pausing as it hovered at Obi-Wan’s temple before raising his brows. “May I?” He stated quietly. “I need to gauge your… levels of awareness.” Plo explained when Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.

A grimace crossed Obi-Wan’s face before he could stop it.

This was the exact reason Obi-Wan had kept his secret for so long.

That the council would have to evaluate that he wasn’t insane or going off the deep end or becoming unhinged.

Still, with resignation singing in his veins, Obi-Wan nodded, giving Plo permission as he lowered his shields for the other to skim his mind, to assert his mental condition.

All the while, he tried ignored the quiet, frantic whispers behind the man of the rest of the council that would judge his future.