Qui-Gon eyed the water, spying tiny bubbles rising to the surface. He sprinkled some dried, green leaves into a teapot and poured the just-starting-to-steam liquid over them, covering the ceramic with its tiny lid. The earthy scent immediately permeated the air, and normally it was a moment Qui-Gon would savor, but the subject matter didn't allow for it.

"If you believe him redeemable, then I will not get in your way."

Mostly because he trusts Obi-Wan, but in no small part because he wants to believe in it, despite the doubts casting a shadow on his judgment.

"But I also can't allow him to cause any more harm. Even without his lightsaber, Anakin nearly killed Ezra. The boy would have died from his injuries had I not found him when I did."