Sometimes, after a bad mission, the best thing to do is to seek out friends who understand.
Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Write a ficlet"
and @starwarsalltypesoflove week - Prompt: "Pragma"
It wasn’t a premonition that had Mace getting out the tea kettle, but the Force likely did aid him in the timing, as he was just taking it off the heat as the door to his quarters slid open, and Qui-Gon walked in and sank onto one of the round cushions.
Mace didn’t ask if it had been a rough mission; it was obvious in the tenseness of the Force pulled around Qui-Gon, and in the weariness spilling out. It took a lot to rattle Qui-Gon, but Mace knew that he’d get the full details when he and Obi-Wan gave their mission report.
He offered a cup to Qui-Gon, who accepted it with wordless gratitude, before sitting down with his own cup. For a few moments they sat in steady silence, Qui-Gon’s tension slowly easing.
“I told the Council that this mission was ill-advised,” he said, eventually.
“You did,” Mace agreed. “But it had to happen, and there is no other pair of Jedi who could have handled it better.”
“You haven’t heard our mission report yet.”
“It won’t change my opinion in that regard.”
Qui-Gon lifted his cup and drank from it, before exhaling softly.
“Obi-Wan handled himself well,” he conceeded. “And we did what we could.”
“That’s all anyone can ask.”
Qui-Gon smiled. “Bold words from you, my friend. How often have I had to remind you of the same? And I’m sure if I asked Yoda, he could name many times more.”
It was true. One’s efforts never felt like enough, sometimes, when missions went south. The trap of self-recrimination was a difficult one to escape – at least on one’s own. That was why these moments shared over tea in the aftermath were so valuable.
“And Obi-Wan?” Mace asked, after a hum of agreement.
“With his own friends,” Qui-Gon said. “They’re what he needs right now.”
Mace understood that as well – after all, he and Qui-Gon had done the same, as padawans. There were times when you confided in your master, and there were times when you confided in your peers.
There was no shortage of people to turn to, in the Temple. Everyone needed support, and everyone offered it. Their shared duty and calling, and both the joy and hardship that came with it, was something they all understood.
And so they took these quiet moments together, to center themselves, and go back out into the world, ready to face its ills again – but never alone.