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Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 30th

A: TEXT

I think it's time I retire from teaching for a while.

I don't suppose anyone knows a decent way to pass the time?

B: ACTION

[ When Stefan announced the prayer room, a quiet place for meditation, Obi-Wan had been thrilled. While he enjoyed and cared for the Huntress, quiet is not something they are known for. After talking to Anakin, he knew he was in dire need of quiet and inner peace

He does not regret ( he can not regret )

And yet.

In a way he had envisioned as a child, it had always been Master and Padawan, together. Even when separate, they fought together, learned together, believed in each other. But Qui-Gon died all too soon, and for so long, Obi-Wan threw his hands up against tradition. When Yoda told him to be Anakin's master, he chose to be Anakin's friend. He did not caution against attachment, only warned where it might lead.

He breathes heavily, his legs folded on the mat. It's not working. The Force is still too quiet, too alien at this moment. It doesn't understand his sorrow.

Obi-Wan chuckles, opening his eyes and pushing his hair back. It should be used to that by now.

Looking down at his hands, he's quiet when he speaks. ]

Please help me.

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And if you do change your mind in the future--about teaching, that is--please let me know.

[ Suddenly he felt very silly. Here are people who looked up to him, and he was behaving . . . childishly. He promised Luke he would train him. He cannot balk now from a little pain.

This was no different from promising Qui-Gon. Teaching was a privilege. And he was naught but someone to pass it along. ]

Leia. I would be honoured to take you as a student. But as a teacher, I feel I must better myself until I am ready to honour you.

I need to be better.

I couldn't ask you to do anything except what you felt was best, General. I trust that you'll know when the time is right.

[Considering her ambivalence towards the Force, she doesn't strictly mind waiting.

And then, as explanation:]

I was going to ask Luke, but I can't feel his presence anymore.

[ Whelp. He pauses in his reply to reach into the Force . . . nothing. And that was strange for someone as powerful as Luke. Was he planet-side? ]

I do not sense him either. Should we search for him?

We should, but I'm not sure it'll make much difference.

[She has a feeling he's gone--and if Luke could advise her, she thinks he'd tell her to trust it.]

[ Does Luke have a habit of vanishing?

Well. He is a Jedi Master, of sorts. ]

I'll keep an eye out anyway. To see it through.

Are you all right?

[Secret twin knowledge, clearly.]

Thank you. Please let me know if you find anything.

If they sent him back to Endor, that's for the best. There's a lot of work to do at home.

I'm sure he'll be fine. He seems to be good at keeping a clear head.

[ Unlike everyone else Obi-Wan has ever trained. ]

But I asked if you were all right. Are you?

He is.

...I'll be fine, sir. [That tricky Kenobi, insisting on personal questions.] As much as I love him, his place isn't here.

I don't think any of our places are meant to be here.

But we are here for now. If you need to talk, I'm always open to hearing your feelings.

It's certainly not where I'd be if I had the choice.

Thank you. I'd be happy to do the same, if I can.

I know.

[ This, he knows. The Skywalkers care about him greatly. He hasn't done much to earn it, but he's willing to start now. ]

We will find our way back.