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[It’s a bit overwhelming to go from one place to suddenly another—without the aid of a ship or anything of the like. Then, be greeted by strangers and be told they were in a different place. Rey is trying to grapple with it, but everything seems out of place to her. There wasn’t anything that screamed this was the First Order’s doing, nor could she sense Kylo Ren’s presence, but she still had to keep her guard up.

The device she’s using—a phone is what they told her—is an interesting one. It’s small, compact, and has other uses to it. Later, she’ll try to tinker with it maybe even take it apart to see how it works, but right now she needs answers.]

Has anyone else asked why we were brought here? Or, if they have, do they believe the answer?

Additionally, are there any ships here? If not, maybe an area with parts or a junkyard?

[It wouldn't be wise of her to say who she is. Who knows if there are members of the First Order are here. Or, really, anyone that has connections to the First Order.]

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[Rey knows how valuable that lightsaber is. It's Luke's and his father's. It's a family heirloom that Kylo Ren wanted to possess. His 'birthright,' yet it called to her. She heard it, heard the Force calling to her and guided it to the weapon. Her life hasn't been the same since...

Looking at Obi-Wan, how he handles it and looks over it....it's clear to her that he is a Jedi. No one else would know the grooves or the weight of it. He hasn't tried to keep it from her, or run off with it.

But there is something solemn...maybe even sad about seeing him hold it. Did it mean something to him too? How many hands have touched this lightsaber? Rey averts her gaze, feeling foolish for having doubted him--especially because of his rank.]

I'm sorry. [She murmured softly, apologizing for not believing in him and for giving him such a hard time...and perhaps, for whatever he was feeling now. ]

[ A couple of minutes tick by and it seems like Obi-Wan hasn't heard her. But finally, he stirs as if waking from a long sleep. He lets out a quiet exhale before extending the lightsaber back to her. It wasn't his and it made its way to her. Obi-Wan isn't going to contest the will of the Force. Every movement feels like a silent crack in his facade. It had only been a few months since Satine. Since Ahsoka. And this was a grief Obi-Wan had never prepared himself for. Masters aren't meant to outlive their students. ]

It is not your fault.

[Rey is more than willing to wait in silence for him. She wouldn't rush the process or demand the object back. He needed time, needed closure too--she could only guess. Part of her wants to ask what his connection to the lightsaber, but it's not her place. She wouldn't push or pry.

Rey extends her hand to him, taking the item from him and the sense of familiarity comes over her again. She takes the lightsaber and places it back in her pouch for safe keeping.]

But it is. [For bringing this to him, but she had to know. She looks over him again and her eyes widen slightly. She would've remembered meeting a face like his but..his voice.]

You guided me. Your voice it...I've heard it before.

[ Obi-Wan blinks, momentarily caught off guard before shaking his head. ]

You're not from the Temple. And we certainly haven't met before.

[ Which is another conundrum, but Obi-Wan isn't looking at it too closely right now. His heart couldn't bear it. ]

[Rey wants to tell him there is no temple. There is very little of the Jedi that she knows of. The only Jedi is Luke and even then, he hasn't been seen in years. He tried to train new Jedi but...that's something she doesn't want to get into.]

No, no we haven't, but you.. [How can she put this into words that would make sense without giving too much away?]

I had a vision and I heard your voice, guiding me--telling me to go.

That's not possible.

[ None of the Masters have that skill. To project themselves through visions. Most likely the Force borrowed his likeness but . . . why? Why him? It was hard to think. Hard to breathe. The inescapable knowledge of Anakin's death seems to steal the air from his lungs. There is no death, there is only the Force.

Breathe. He is not broken yet. Whatever this might be . . . it's far into the future. And no future is immutable.

Breathe. ]

We do not keep our individuality once we enter the Force.

[It wasn't Rey's intention to add onto Obi/Wan's plate. To make him further upset or pensive. Maybe she was wrong--no, she knew what she heard. The same tone, the same pitch...There was no denying it, but the Jedi Master was doing just that. Just as she once had.

However, maybe it was time for her to leave. He proved himself to be a Jedi...and it didn't feel like to ask him for help. Not right now. ]

I don't know what to tell you, but I heard you.

[ She began to take a step back. She could visit the communal hall later. ]

I won't take up any more of your time.

Yes, I'll — [ See her later? No doubt he will, but his mind is a fog right now and Obi-Wan struggles to shake himself out of it. ]

Thank you. For showing me this.

[ It can't be easy, letting a stranger touch a lightsaber. It's not done. ]

[He may see her later, he may not, but she'll keep her distance for now. She feels she's caused enough pain to him. She's hoping she can figure a way out of here soon.]

You're welcome?

[Really, Rey is unsure of the protocols of this. Letting someone else touch the lightsaber was a risk, but it paid off. She knows he's a real Jedi, and while she wants to ask for help...this doesn't feel like the time nor the place. Having him deny that he was the voice from her vision doesn't help. She'll soldier on either way.

For now, she'll turn on her heel and investigate more of this place.]

May the Force be with you.

[ With that, he watches her leave. After a few moments, Obi-Wan turns away, folding his arms. Is he shaking? No. He's too good of a Jedi for that. He didn't shake when the others died.

Luke Skywalker. That was an easy conclusion to draw. Perhaps Anakin left the Order. It had been on his mind for many years. Obi-Wan had known it, waited for it but it never fully arose as Anakin threw his lot with the Jedi. Anakin stayed. But perhaps he couldn't stay any longer. Whatever future Rey spoke of . . . it seemed far off. Far into Obi-Wan's lifetime. Fear gripped him and Obi-Wan needed to shake it off.

Victory for all time, we may achieve.

Inhale. Exhale. There is no emotion, there is only peace. He tilts his head upwards, letting the light strike his brow. It is not over. If a terrible future hangs over his head, then Obi-Wan will fight it.

As befits a Jedi.

He bows his head, leaving. ]

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