“I’m not sure,” Qui-Gon said, “how much of a privilege it is to have one’s entire future predetermined—in this case, by an accident of birth.” Okay, she needed to be more diplomatic with the Jedi—but Rahara couldn’t help it. She snorted. Pax gave her an appreciative look, probably pleased she’d helped him meet today’s sarcasm quotient. That much she expected. What she didn’t expect was Obi-Wan frowning at his Master. “It matters what that future is, doesn’t it? Fanry was born a princess. That’s a privilege.” “It’s still something chosen for her,” Qui-Gon insisted. “Not what she herself chose.”
