[ That warm smile earns a matching one from Cal, if a little more subdued, his expression softening. It's strange, being surrounded by Jedi again—finding people who understand him without him having to explain, who give him this sense of belonging. It's been a long time since he's felt like he belongs anywhere.
If going back to Ilum felt like a farewell, an ending, then coming to this house with Obi-Wan and Anakin inside feels like a homecoming, a small slice of the Jedi Temple on a train. ]
No, not at all.
[ Then he pauses, a line forming between his eyebrows as he weighs his words. Obi-Wan understands nightmares, and what it's like to live through the Purge—he was there. But it's... not easy to talk about. Even five years later, the grief, the bottomless chasm of loss is still real. Still raw, in a way. Cal doesn't think it ever won't be.
How much harder is it for Obi-Wan, who hasn't had that time and distance yet?
With some obvious trepidation, he continues: ]
Can I join you? [ Meditation, sparring—maybe something will help focus his mind, dispel the remnants of his dreams. ]
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If going back to Ilum felt like a farewell, an ending, then coming to this house with Obi-Wan and Anakin inside feels like a homecoming, a small slice of the Jedi Temple on a train. ]
No, not at all.
[ Then he pauses, a line forming between his eyebrows as he weighs his words. Obi-Wan understands nightmares, and what it's like to live through the Purge—he was there. But it's... not easy to talk about. Even five years later, the grief, the bottomless chasm of loss is still real. Still raw, in a way. Cal doesn't think it ever won't be.
How much harder is it for Obi-Wan, who hasn't had that time and distance yet?
With some obvious trepidation, he continues: ]
Can I join you? [ Meditation, sparring—maybe something will help focus his mind, dispel the remnants of his dreams. ]