Obi-Wan returned that smile, thin but fond, when he earned it. It was a good sign, as faint as it was, as unhappy as it was. It was a start, and he would take his victories where he could find them.

He studied Ferus quietly as the younger man shifted, nodding slightly. Thinking about what he said.

"You are a true Jedi, Ferus," he insisted gently. "But even the greatest masters of the Force cannot be expected to see everything, to prevent all wrongs. You cannot blame yourself for the wrongs of another being."

A touch hypocritical, perhaps, but something Obi-Wan was taking steps to remember as well. But to assume one could control everything, stop anything--stop death itself--was a sure path to the Dark Side.

"The important thing is to move forward, to bring what rights you can to the galaxy. That is the surest way to honour his memory."