[ While he doesn't directly sense any kind of deception — mostly because he isn't looking for it — the sharp edge of Han's words strikes home the depth of Solo's hurt. Any excuse he can find, he'll use. Even if it's a twisted sentiment that only has a basis among those that find it convenient to say so. ]

That's what he's been told.

[ Kenobi doesn't trust that to be true anymore. He can't. Not if he wants Anakin back. And in light of more recent events — Asajj comes to mind — Obi-Wan realizes there is hope. A thin sliver, but hope nonetheless. ]

Han. [ Said with a sigh. ] It wasn't my intention to have this conversation with you today. The wound is still fresh, so to speak, and I've let my emotions get the better of me. I'm sorry.

[ Neither one of them are all that good at playing the bad guy, so to speak. They're two good guys scrambling to hold on to what little they've managed to gain in a pretty messed up galaxy. And neither of them are right for holding on so hard, or wrong for being outraged the other might do just that. Both are loyal and fierce about it. Both are a little bit lost, too. Not so different.

Realistically, it's something they all share, whether they've been born into this saga or drawn into it. ]

I'll leave you to your shopping. [ He dips his head, somehow humbled and hurt, his flame now burning low. It's so easy to forget they're all still people under all that shielding. ] But if you need anything, I urge you to reach out to me. I'll be here.