[ All at once, the gift that is the Force feels as if it's truly the great burden it has the potential to be. Han's emotions swirl unpleasantly in the Force, mingling with Obi-Wan's in a way that makes their individual pain seem not all that different.

And the worst part? The absolutely tragic part is that he can feel that Solo's not lying. That his heart screams with painful truths and there's no way to maintain his anger in light of that. He tries — as unbecoming as it is, he tries — but as with all things, it soon falls away and Kenobi returns to that feeling of sickness, of darkness etching at his bright core. He hasn't stopped feeling desperate for days. ]

What do you want? His pain? His suffering? You've gotten plenty of that. [ He shakes his head, disgusted in his own right, although more for the circumstances than anything else. ] I certainly haven't been cast aside, and I'm the one responsible for training him!

If there's to be any chance of fixing it, I need Anakin Skywalker. [ Kenobi holds back a shuddering breath, but only just. ] Not what's left of him — what he's forced to become. He'll tear himself apart like this... For them. For all of you. And then what?

[ And he's not even thinking temporally. ]