[ For as much of a problem this situation actually presents — the disconnection from the Force, the exile in a foreign land, a crash a week — the Jedi Master can't help but think about how it hardly feels like a problem compared to what lies ahead in their own universe. Having spent a third of his life at war, even longer in turmoil, it's no wonder sore feet and dirty clothes don't feel quite the penalty in comparison.

Still, he's not certain he's ready to share that sentiment, even if he suspects Anakin would understand (having been at war half his life (and forever in turmoil, too). ]

That's not entirely true. Some of us are going.

[ But the answer is only said offhand, almost crassly, as Obi-Wan squints briefly at a strange object near the mouth of the cave. ]

You know, I could have— [ Downright distracted, and quick, he fills in words — practical nonsense — but he's edging toward the suspicious thing all the while, trying to get a closer look. ] I could have said—

[ It's dark like the shadowed cave, like the dank dirt, but there's an eerie quality to the way the light reflects off the surface. A rock? No, not quite. It's familiar, startling enough in how it immediately causes Kenobi's stomach to drop, he almost hopes he's wrong in guessing what it might be.

He reels himself in and looks back to Anakin. ]

Sorry, sorry. I thought I— I saw something.