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The Hermit Shack in the Woods, Saturday Morning

Yesterday had been... unpleasant. Or at least troublesome. And yes, eventually Obi-Wan would have to have that conversation with Ahsoka he'd been putting off for some time.

But that would come whenever it came - whenever Ahsoka chose to have it.

Today, Obi-Wan was meditating, the eopies wandering around him, undisturbed. His efforts to refamiliarize himself with the Living Force this past year and a half had been steady, if slow-- but it was easier now, to simply throw his consciousness into the winds and feel the life around himself.

Obi-Wan sat outside his shack, but in truth, on this island, he was everywhere, all at once, and everyone, all at once.

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"It's been the safest option," Kanan sighed. "And the sanest one. If there's anything that can make people reconnect the dots between Kanan Jarrus and Caleb Dume, it's going to be me, doing things that most people - fewer people each day - can't even dream of doing."

There was more to it than that, of course. There was always more to it than that. But visions and backflips hadn't saved Master Billaba from being gunned down by her own troops, and they'd only brought Caleb more trouble afterwards.

"But I'm getting comfortable here."

And he hated the way that word sounded on his tongue. Hated the implications of it. 'Comfortable' was a swear word and a death sentence. He avoided it wherever he could.

"You could always return home and spend a season running away from Stormtroopers, if that settles your nerves."

... Sorry, Kanan. The sarcasm had always been strong with this one.

Obi-Wan settled back. "I understand your unease," he said, tone milder. "There is a reason I chose to live out here, after all, rather than picking a more comfortable dwelling in town."

Eight years ago, Kanan never would have given Obi-Wan the 'are you karking kidding me' look that he gave him for that particular bout of sarcasm. My, how times had changed.

Still, he settled back a little when Obi-Wan did, and took a sip of his tea.

"So the solution is to just avoid people entirely, hm? Get a couple of eopies, become a hermit in the woods?"

Sue him, it almost sounded tempting.

In this time they were all getting more bitter, sharper, with age. Obi-Wan's sarcasm was no exception.

He was, to use the vernacular, slowly running out of fucks.

"It is a solution," he said, "Much as your traveling around has been. But if you choose to stay here, that is no longer viable."

He sipped his tea. "Though blinding yourself near-fully to the Force may be a touch of overkill."

"Portalocity hasn't been able to reconnect with our galaxy in my time. I've checked," Kanan sighed. "If I leave, it'll be though one of the island's stops, after a week of sampling the local night life."

He was still being honest, look at him go. He gave a short, sharp sort of smile, and then had another sip of tea. Mostly as an excuse to gather his thoughts again.

"Overkill, huh?"

"As you may remember," Obi-Wan said, "The Force is not all fancy leaps and excellent blade work."

He set his cup back down on the table.

"You would be safer in another corner of the multiverse, that much is true."

"But if here is safe, then maybe I don't need another corner of the multiverse," Kanan muttered. "I suppose part of it is that I've gotten so good at running, I'm not completely certain how to stop, now."

And part of it was guilt, plain and simple. If he kept moving, he didn't have time to face that part.

"Overkill or not, it'll come creeping back to me if I stay. If I let my guard down." He blew out a soft breath. "Do you ever stop to wonder what your Master would make of where you are now?"

He'd been doing a lot of that, too.

"I do."

Obi-Wan considered his tea.

"Master Qui-Gon always wished for me to listen more closely to the Living Force," he said. "So now that is what I do, every day. Perhaps it will teach me answers. Perhaps it will simply allow me to remain connected to the Force. The Cosmic Force is no longer what it once was."

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"No," Kanan agreed, sighing. "I suppose it isn't."

The death of nearly every Jedi in the galaxy had a funny way of doing that sort of thing. Kanan took another sip of tea.

"Master Billaba encouraged my curiosity, told me to keep asking questions," he noted, shaking his head. "Peaceful dissent, she said. I suppose I'm trying to figure out what role that has, now. She'd probably agree with you about the overkill thing, at least."

"You avoid the Force because you fear you may wind up using more of it than you should," Obi-Wan noted. He studied Kanan closely. "Do you remember what Master Yoda always said - to the point of distraction, if I'm honest - about fear?"

Don't start sounding like a Jedi Master now, Obi-Wan.

"Was that the one about how fear is the path to the Dark Side?"

Look, it had been a while, and Yoda had said a lot of things that had stuck with Kanan. He didn't understand all of those things. There was one about 'do or do not' that still had him scratching his head. But the words themselves stuck.

"Or the one about naming it?"

"Both, though I was referring mostly to the former."

Though with the ghost of Depa Billaba hovering over this conversation, the latter was also apt.

"You may grow to fear more and more that what you do not attempt to understand," Obi-Wan said. "Perhaps you should question why you cling so tightly to this particular fear."

"Perhaps I should," Kanan said, after a pause, looking down into what was left of his tea. He couldn't argue that logic. After all, his first instinct when faced with a statement like that was to change the subject and come up with an excuse to leave. "I have a feeling that getting the answers to those questions is going to involve facing down a lot of things that I was more than happy to leave behind."

Like, apparently, his own name.

"There is very little good that comes of hiding from ourselves," Obi-Wan said quietly.

He would know. He'd avoided just how invested he had been in Anakin, emotionally, until it was too late. And it had brought the entire Republic on their heads.

"Regardless of how much comfort it gives us to do so."

Kanan was quiet again, drawing a slow breath in and closing his eyes.

He wasn't sure what he'd figured he'd get out of a conversation with Master Kenobi. Maybe exactly this. Maybe he had come here to be told these things by somebody who at least had more experience with those things that he'd gone running from when he was still a stupid kid who was going to save the whole damn galaxy.

"I don't suppose you have any suggestions as to where to start?"

"You could always join me for the meditation you interrupted," Obi-Wan said. Half-wry, half-sincere. "It is quite peaceful out here. Especially now that the island itself is so isolated from anything else. It is no great step."

It just meant that Kanan would have to open himself up to the Force, just a little.

Just a little. Which was just a touch terrifying, in its own way. Kanan pretended to be very interested in the remaining tea in his cup for a moment, and then finished it off. And then sighed.

"Sit with you in the twigs and grass? Commune with the Force?" His smile was a bit sideways, and so help him he could hear his heart beating in his ears when he went out on a limb and answered, "Sure. It can't hurt anything, I suppose."

Obi-Wan, too, finished his tea, a small smile on his face. "Unless Rooh chooses to slobber all over you, of course."

That was a joke. Rooh was a desert creature. Slobbering would be a waste.

He rose from his seat and walked back out the door.

"And then I'll have to shower and clean my laundry," Kanan quipped, standing and, with a little bit of false bravado, making his way to the door after Obi-Wan.

The Force itself wouldn't hurt him. He got that. It had never actively caused him harm before, and even when it insinuated itself in his life these days, it was always to give him warnings, or little boosts that would help him along in desperate situations. It was like an old friend, occasionally nudging at him to remind him that it was still there, whenever he wanted to come back to it.

It was too damn patient with him. And he was too afraid that he wouldn't want to let go again if he let it back into his life without a fight.

"I'm pretty sure a little eopie drool hasn't ever hurt anybody before."

"True," Obi-Wan said. "Though occasionally they supplement it by kicking."

He found his old spot, brushing idly at the twigs and whatnot near it. It was largely a futile exercise, of course: somehow nature always found a way to decorate his robe. Still.

He sat down.

"I take it you still remember how."

Not being kicked in the head by an eopie. The other thing.

Kanan didn't bother trying to brush at the twigs before taking a seat near Obi-Wan. Sitting in the dirt was sitting in the dirt no matter what you did, and he'd learned a long time ago that there wasn't much to be done about it until after the fact.

"It's not the sort of thing that's easy to forget," he replied, though being kicked in the head by an eopie would, subjectively speaking, be an easier task. Kanan pulled in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes. "Even if it has been a while."

"Start small," Obi-Wan said.

His own eyes slid shut. "The eopies, perhaps."

"The eopies," Kanan echoed, and that was all he said before clearing his mind and letting the Force guide him. It was there, right there, as it always had been, demanding no explanation or apology for the way he'd shunted it aside for so long. Kanan's mind wanted to wander, wanted to worry about what this moment would mean for his future, but he swallowed, inhaled again, and let the Force pull him away from those thoughts.

There was life around them, everywhere. Trees and insects, birds, and people, farther away. Master Kenobi. And, of course, the eopies.

Starting small, Kanan let himself just feel the eopies, familiarize himself with the connections between them. The rest of the world continued on as an afterthought, huge and vibrant and overwhelming in its own right. But it was welcome to continue doing whatever it was doing. Kanan was just going to be over here with the eopies.

Obi-Wan let his presence waft out, disperse; he touched upon the eopies for but a moment before he spread out a wider net, feeling the buzz of the people in town, the gremlins and their wicked plans, the teal deer spooking through the preserve.

And Caleb Dume, of course.

He stretched out a wave of quiet, comforting calm as he passed.

Kanan was hanging out with the eopies, because that was where he had been directed to go, and because it seemed like an easy starting point after so long.

Caleb was breathing in that comforting calm as Master Kenobi offered it, letting it soothe away the rest of his doubts and helping him pass more fully into the moment. There were eopies, two beings out of millions of living things on the island alone, as vibrant as any of the rest of the lives that were stretched out around them, and he'd never connected with eopies, before. They were captivating in their own right, each full and complete lives unto themselves, minds and personalities that were intertwined together within the Force.

Caleb Dume smiled, and much like Master Kenobi's wave of calm, he offered the eopies a greeting, gentle and inquisitive and with a sense of peace about it that he hadn't known in years.

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