Finally, master Plo stepped back, smiling gently at Obi-Wan. “I apologize for the intrusion Padawan Kenobi, assessments are something the Council has to preform in unique situations as the one we find ourselves in.” He murmured softly.

Nodding, absently rubbing his temples, Obi-Wan watched Plo return to his chair.

He had never liked to have others, outside of Qui-Gon, in his head.

Mental scarring from the attempted mindwipe made his mind fragile to intrusions.

Thankfully, Qui-Gon took pity on him and reached up, resting his hand to Obi-Wan’s temple, a flash of cooling, healing energy crossing his mind quickly but efficiently due to both his experience and familiarity with Obi-Wan’s mind.

It wasn’t something Obi-Wan liked to advertise, the harm the mindwipe had done to him.

He could also feel Anakin cling even tighter to him but was more focused on the council exchanging quiet words, Plo most likely confirming that Obi-Wan was mentally sound.

‘Or as sound as I can be.’ He thought wryly.

Finally, Master Windu shifted forward, the master staring at Obi-Wan with a pinched look on his face. “If we were to accept this, what does that… make you?” He glanced at Anakin and back to Obi-Wan. “Both of you?” Mace added.

Glancing down at the blond clinging to him, feeling Qui-Gon drop his hand back on his shoulder, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’m a Jedi, that’s all I ever will be. Half-breed and Jedi. My…” Obi-Wan hesitated, searching for words before sighing. “My origins don’t change what I have grown up to be. I do have powers that I could use but…” He paused again.

“Different they are?” Yoda raised his ears, staring Obi-Wan down.

Staring back, Obi-Wan frowned before reaching out his hand to the table to the side.

Slowly, he shifted, taking a deep breath as he extended only his index finger, twitching it lightly.

The Force warped, shifted and out of the mug on the table, water shot and floated in the air with minimal effort.

Obi-Wan drew it to him, swirling it in front of him.

They all watched, some holding their breath and others just gaping as Obi-Wan in moments made the liquid go from mist to ice to fluid to ice again, twisting the ice into sculptures and forms. “My domain is the water, I feel every ocean and every late on every planet in the galaxy,” He murmured quietly, his voice echoing as the green of his eyes shone unnaturally. “I am every ocean. And the water obeys me.” Obi-Wan twitched his finger and the ice shattered, became mist and floated away.

His action left behind eerie silence.

Finally, Plo shifted forward.” And you, young Skywalker?” He questioned into the silence of the room.

Glancing down at Anakin at his hip, Obi-Wan let out a little choked noise when he tilted his head and smiled, the scent of ozone tickling his nose as his knees once more folded.

Faintly he could hear Qui-Gon call his name, feel the man drop beside him.

But more than that he felt Anakin’s hand on his shoulder. “I’m a storm in the making, king of my brethren and they all belong to me,” He leaned in and nuzzled lightly at Obi-Wan. “But that’s okay. You shouldn’t be on your knees for me. That’s bad for you.” Anakin pushed at his shoulder.

Breathing out sharply, Obi-Wan blinked, feeling like the air had been sucked out of him for a few seconds. “…You’re dangerous.” He whispered, trembling faintly.

Anakin was very dangerous, in particular to Obi-Wan.

The boy had too much power over him due to the nature of their being and for some reason, Anakin was king.

Who the hell was his parent, the idea of such a creature terrified Obi-Wan.

Anakin blinked before shrugging. “Uhu. But that’s alright too,” He smiled happily then blinked at the Jedi council. “What happens now?” Anakin asked, a bit of uncertainty entering his blue eyes.

Swallowing heavily, leaning back into Qui-Gon’s grasp as the man was rubbing at his back, Obi-Wan shakily turned his eyes to the council too.

He knew that the questions were far from over, knew there be more for the future. But what kind of future would it be?