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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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That's all right. Nobody's perfect, you know. Ain't nothing to be ashamed of.

Would you like me to pray with you?

Pray?

[ Oh, right. That would be what it looks like. Praying isn't the word he would use. ]

Oh, yes . . . [ He hesitates, struggling to find the right words. ] It's not exactly praying. The Force is here. Everywhere. I feel it. I sense it. I exist within it.

I do not pray to it. I commune with it.

Communing with the universe... I like the sound of that. I can try to commune with you, if you show me how to do it.

I can certainly try.

[ She is Force-sensitive, in a way. It shouldn't be too hard. Though, he thinks to himself, he had no business teaching anyone anything lately. ]

Sit on your knees, placing your hands on your lap.

[Misty does as he says, shifting into the appropriate position.]

Do I close my eyes too?

If you want. I certainly find that it helps a lot to tune out the reality we perceive around us to tap into the Force.

[Misty nods and closes her eyes. It's that way too, with her Divination. She automatically starts taking slow, deep breaths as she waits for his further instructions.]

[ Obi-Wan does the same. He's led many sessions like these and his voice comes out like a seasoned practitioner. ]

Let yourself go. All thoughts, all feelings, all that you are . . . let it slip away into the Force. Because you are the Force, always touching, never parted. You are part of the fabric of the universe, special, unique . . . important.

[Breathe in. Breathe out. Obi-Wan’s voice is soothing, yet authoritative, as she turns all her attention to his words. Fortunately, she is no stranger to meditation, having practiced nearly every day in the swamps. It’s how she found Zoe and Kyle, and later Myrtle. Now, she tries to tap into that feeling - the Force as he’s calls it, Divination as Cordelia would say, what others would probably claim was the Holy Spirit - once more. Whatever it’s called, Misty longs to be part of it and part of something bigger and more important than herself.]

[ He's not sure how she'll do it. He simply knows she can - that all of them can, whether they're Force-sensitive or not. The Force is in all of them, around them. It is the motion, the push that leads them onto greater things.

He is not one for the great, for the legacy or his name to be written in history. ]

Follow my breathing.

[ He is here to serve. ]

[Shifting her position ever so slightly, Misty works to readjust her breathing to match his, more or less successfully. But her thoughts are distracting her, so she figures she might as well ask:]

Why are you sad?

[ The bluntness of the question takes him aback. ]

I . . . had a fight of sorts with someone.

[ No point mentioning that he's been burdened with knowledge of the future. ]

[Welcome to planet Misty, Obi-Wan.

Her forehead crinkles and she opens her eyes to peek at him.]

I'm sorry. Are they your friend?

[ He pauses, taking his time to answer that. ]

My student. He has decided to leave the Order we serve.

Oh.

[It must be like how Cordelia felt, when Queenie left.]

You feel like you lost him, like you coulda done more, right?

[ Uncannily perceptive. Though Obi-Wan always faltered in matters of the heart. ]

I simply wonder if it was my teachings that led to this.

Maybe. Maybe not. But [She shrugs] kids are kids. They get a certain idea in their minds, decide something is unfair, it's hell convincin' them of anything else.

The world's always against them. Especially the adults.

[ It had still . . . hurt, in a way. Knowing that being on the Council meant Anakin and Ahsoka didn't fully trust him. ]

But you're not. You're like Cordelia, you actually do care, you care a lot.

. . . Yes.

[ It's fact, written deep in his soul. If he knew how to stop, perhaps he would.

But he doesn't. ]

It's how I've always been.

He's lucky, you know, to have someone who gives a shit about him, whether he realizes it or not.

I think that's debatable. At least, from his point of view.

Doesn’t make it any less true, just ‘cause he doesn’t see it.

[ Doesn't it? Focus determines reality. It doesn't matter how much effort he puts into it.

Perhaps it was expected. Obi-Wan had never been good at matters of the heart. Qui-Gon would have solved this easily. ]

I find that truth is often subjective to those who perceive it.

There's still truths that are true no matter what though, right? The Force doesn't stop existin' just because someone doesn't believe in it. Same with magic or I don't know, the laws of physics.

Love is one of those things too.