A/N: Really sorry this is so short but this is as much as I've got and I thought that you deserved at least a little bit! : D

Obi-Wan paced across his room, his emotions a swirling storm. Grimacing, he downed the rest of the whisky he held in his hand and felt a flash of heat sear his throat and settle in his stomach, warm and comforting. His mind grew pleasantly fuzzy and for a moment the troubles that lay on his shoulders lightened. It didn't last. The light grey mist in his mind was swept aside by a flash of pure light; the Force sung within him as it purged him of all traces of alcohol. Damn! This was his fourth glass of the strong Correllian spirit, but the Force just kept on removing all traces of alcohol from his bloodstream. He just had to face fact-he was not going to get drunk.

Everything he was feeling was just too much on top of his current duties and worries. As High General, one of only three Jedi to be granted that rank, he had so many decisions to make, so many people to command, so many men he had sent to their deaths. Anakin had been recently knighted, but that didn't stop Obi-Wan worrying about him, especially when he threw himself into danger, so reckless, so unconcerned for his own safety. And the clones...so young, sent to the slaughter like animals. But they weren't, they were living, breathing, thinking sentient beings who had as much right to exist as any other living thing did. Yet he still had the authority to send them to his death. Every man that had died because of his command, died to protect him-he had as good as slit their throats himself.

Frustration and anger welled up inside of him and erupted as a shout as he threw the glass at the wall. Staring at the broken shards he methodically cleared them up as he breathed in and out deeply, expelling his tension until he had gathered some semblance of calm. Kneeling down, he started to meditate. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight; the Jedi Master losing his temper was something very rare, but when it happened it was like a tornado, brief, but left undeniable effects behind.

Even the calming presence of the Force could not fully expel his thoughts; they still stubbornly clung to his mind, invading everything until his very pulse beat with them.

/Asajj, Asajj, Asajj, Asajj, ASAJJ!/

Damn that woman! Damn her for making feel like this! Why couldn't he just deal with it? He had before.

That wasn't true though. He cared deeply for Satine and Siri, but they didn't make him feel this...this burning need. The need to protect Asajj, to comfort her, to hold her. To love her.

A/N: Again, sorry for how brief this chapter was, but it was easier to upload it at the end of Obi's POV.