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 | | But he saw his Master, standing a little to the right of the main crowd, his arms folded, hands tucked into his sleeves, watching him with quiet, glowing pride, and it gave him the strength to continue waiting. |
 | | Both hands going to his shoulder, he fumbled with the pin of the ribbon, nerves getting the better of him, and then Qui-Gon's hands were covering his, holding them, pressing them down, stilling the movement. |
 | | His Master was too busy to speak to him, but he could feel the waves of love rolling from the older man into him, carried on the Force itself, saturating him with his Master's emotions. |
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