[ Without the benefit of their hearty Force connection, Obi-Wan must rely on all-too-human reflexes. He does sense Anakin's anger, although not in the same manner as he's used to feeling it first.
Before his friend can make a job of utterly destroying the already massacred helmet, Kenobi's own lightsaber parries Anakin's blade, the sound of the clashing lightsabers like the tugging call of a life once familiar. His other hand shoves, flat to Skywalker's heart, discouraging him from further action, disengaging him from the scene. ]
Anakin— [ He makes an attempt to direct Skywalker away. ] That's enough!
[ His own fear and anger is hard enough to hide, but he swallows down all he can in an attempt to keep himself as centered as possible. He needs to be here for his friend, but he also needs to be in control. ]
What good is that? [ His voice is clipped, not spared of strain. ] If you're going to waste your energy, do so on something productive!
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Before his friend can make a job of utterly destroying the already massacred helmet, Kenobi's own lightsaber parries Anakin's blade, the sound of the clashing lightsabers like the tugging call of a life once familiar. His other hand shoves, flat to Skywalker's heart, discouraging him from further action, disengaging him from the scene. ]
Anakin— [ He makes an attempt to direct Skywalker away. ] That's enough!
[ His own fear and anger is hard enough to hide, but he swallows down all he can in an attempt to keep himself as centered as possible. He needs to be here for his friend, but he also needs to be in control. ]
What good is that? [ His voice is clipped, not spared of strain. ] If you're going to waste your energy, do so on something productive!