A knot in his chest tightens and he feels the creaking and snapping of the rope within him, tough and deep and occasionally sharp. Every part of him wishes to take Leia and run, to free her of her binds and spirit her away to safety. But there's no safety to be found, no where to hide, and beyond that, neither of them are any good to anyone if they're dead.

He nods and tells himself this is every bit the same as the war he left behind. Hard decisions are never easily made, after all, and even if they don't have an army behind them, they still have their own to consider.

"May the Force be with you," Obi-Wan says, mustering every ounce of hope he has into the statement. That's where I'll be if you need me. Let the Force be your guide. Practical advice, unspoken as it is.

And with that, he slips away, hiding himself once more from prying eyes, deeply troubled but far from willing to give in to his worry.