Now it was Kanan's turn to bring his up to his mouth, trying to pull the mess of thoughts back to something soothing. Something simple. Nothing about this conversation was, after all. Nothing about this island was.

"I'm sorry," he said, after that sip. Whatever he thought about Skywalker was irrelevant. Obi-Wan had been his Master, after all. "I should have thought..."

He sighed.

"Should we talk about something else?"