[ He laughs a little, but there's something wistful and sad about the sound. He smiles, but there is a crease in the corner of his eyes where grief sits.

Then Obi-Wan inhales thinly, thinking of the creche. Thinking of the slaughter they had walked in on. Thinking of all those lives that had been lost, and how it could have been so easily avoided if only... ]

It was beautiful, in it's own way. The younglings would be raised in the creche, growing up with people who could help them understand what their powers were, and how to use them. We would meditate together, eat together, spar together...

[ He trails off, quiet for a moment, before adding in a quiet voice, like the punctuation of the sentence he had never finished, ]

It is gone, now.