[If Obi-Wan is expecting him to still his mind now, it's a hopeless wish and too late for a reminder. The disgust, likewise, is projected with crystalline clarity when that door opens. It's right in that moment that he both understands the quartermaster's allotment of breathers, and similarly wishes he had it equipped. Among all the junk they'd managed to accumulate, sadly, if the mask had been functional, it might have seemed a grand idea.
As is, he keeps his overlarge robe sleeve fixed over his mouth and nose, and tries to maintain breathing through his mouth only. It's little help, the decay is so cloying in the air, it tastes about as well as it smells. No, no one could ever get used to this.]
How long do you think they've been here? This smells too bad to be recent.
[He follows Obi-Wan cautiously, picking his way through the abandoned, likely forgotten corpses (if anyone was even around to remember them), but keeps fixated on anything else he can in their surroundings: the layout of the structure, the ceilings, the less obvious signs of struggle. He has to try to stay focused on everything but, because of course their senses return only in time to be overwhelmed with such complicated misery.]
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As is, he keeps his overlarge robe sleeve fixed over his mouth and nose, and tries to maintain breathing through his mouth only. It's little help, the decay is so cloying in the air, it tastes about as well as it smells. No, no one could ever get used to this.]
How long do you think they've been here? This smells too bad to be recent.
[He follows Obi-Wan cautiously, picking his way through the abandoned, likely forgotten corpses (if anyone was even around to remember them), but keeps fixated on anything else he can in their surroundings: the layout of the structure, the ceilings, the less obvious signs of struggle. He has to try to stay focused on everything but, because of course their senses return only in time to be overwhelmed with such complicated misery.]