For Melchior; a meeting between Jedi (story canonicity flexible)

[serenityevades]

[It had seemed such a simple job at first. Go to gang territory, stop the gang from misbehaving, make Senator Kayl's job easier. But there had been complications, a holo-recording proving the senator's guilt in stealing their donation. She had done so much good for Coruscant, that much was plain to read in any news story or hear from any citizen. Her heart was in the right place. There was more reason to destroy the incriminating records than not, and there was no guarantee she wasn't going to build housing projects for the refugees - just not the gang extorting them.

So why did he war with himself so long, staring at the disc in his hands? Why, with the sound of it breaking still ringing in his ears, did he feel like he'd done something wrong? What if he'd made the wrong choice? What if she was just as corrupt as her opponent but a better actor? What if this information came to light some other way and his actions caused the Jedi Order to be cast in poor light?

What if, what if, what if...

The sound of the busy city-planet was almost an overwhelming din in his state of mind, scattering his thoughts to a messy blur, and he leaned on a railing, watching the traffic pass, the sky, the orange cast of sunset without seeing, absorbed in his distress as his arms trembled on the rails.]