The Hermit Shack in the Woods, Saturday Morning

[saddeserthermit]

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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[saddeserthermit]

"None of us are what we once were," Obi-Wan said.

He certainly didn't feel like a Jedi Master, a great deal of the time.

[snipsnspecks]

"But what are we becoming," Ahsoka said, thinking out loud more than anything else. "We can't be open about we are for fear of what would happen, but fear is of the Dark Side."

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan thought of Dum-- Kanan, earlier. "It depends," he said, "On whether we let fear own us. There are things we must do now that are necessary, both for our survival and for the good of the galaxy. But that is only dangerous when it is the only force that guides our actions."

[snipsnspecks]

"How do we tell the difference?"

You'd figure it out eventually, Miss Sasses-Sith-In-A-Sith-Temple-On-Kriffing-Malachor.

[saddeserthermit]

Well, at least one day she'd have something in common with Atton.

"If I had a simple answer for that, our lives would be easier," Obi-Wan said. "I try to serve a higher purpose still."