[ This motion, it really illustrates how nothing of this relationship has really changed, even if the way they connect to the Force has. Relieved of the small burden of making a decision, Obi-Wan allows his former apprentice to spur him forward, borrows on that momentum he almost has trouble finding himself when his legs are so very leaden. He knows he's distracted, that Anakin notices, but the way the hair is beginning to stand up on the back of his neck has him worried just enough of what they'll find that he doesn't care to address how obvious it is, nor does he feel quite right in ignoring the feeling.
It isn't far to go, but it quickly becomes too close when the darkness gives way and his eyes adjust enough to understand the grim outline of a charred mask once worn by Darth Vader and cherished by Kylo Ren. Obi-Wan's hand stills their approach and he produces his lightsaber, its hiss and hum accompanying the stark illumination of its blue blade. ]
To be wrong...
[ He might have given obscene things to not find this particular object, he reminds himself rather grimly, although he would never say so aloud. ]
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It isn't far to go, but it quickly becomes too close when the darkness gives way and his eyes adjust enough to understand the grim outline of a charred mask once worn by Darth Vader and cherished by Kylo Ren. Obi-Wan's hand stills their approach and he produces his lightsaber, its hiss and hum accompanying the stark illumination of its blue blade. ]
To be wrong...
[ He might have given obscene things to not find this particular object, he reminds himself rather grimly, although he would never say so aloud. ]