[ Sometimes, around Obi-Wan—and even around Anakin too—he feels like a youngling all over again, like he's still the small Padawan he was before the Purge, when all of the fully-fledged Jedi Knights and Masters were so strong and wise and powerful in his eyes. He remembers being impatient for the day when he would be one of them.

Obi-Wan's smile makes him relax a little as he takes a seat next to the older man, angled towards him, though there's still some tension in him, manifested in the line of his eyebrows and the grip of his hands on his knees. ]

Yeah. I'm getting back in the habit.

[ He closes his mouth, as if that would be the end of it, then realizes he's just stalling, avoiding the rest of the story. Opens his mouth again, his gaze falling to his knees. ]

I... after the Purge, I stopped for a while. Meditating. Whenever I did, it felt like I was back in that moment, with my Master, and my connection to the Force was just... broken.

It's better now, but it took a long time.