Obi-Wan led Ferus into his home again in silence, glad to see he was following at least for all his nerves.
There was no more time to second guess this. It was the right thing to do.
He stepped up to the small box her kept slightly hidden in the main room. He wasn't sure if Ferus had noticed it, but trusted him not to pry into Obi-Wan's few belongings. But still, it had felt only right to keep it out of the way, if not properly disguised, as the items inside were private enough.
Keeping himself between Ferus and the box so that the younger Jedi couldn't see into it, Obi-Wan carefully pried it open, pausing as he looked onto Anakin's lightsaber. He had a great deal of mixed feelings about having it. But he knew that one day it would play a role in the fate of the galaxy once again. But that was also not what he was looking for here. It was only one of two items of sentimental value that he had kept.
He closed his hand around the blue crystal, fingering the grooves of it and letting himself absorb the warmth that it emitted. He thought of holding Siri's hand, the warmth and strength in her fingers.
He would hold onto the memory, but not the crystal.
Removing it from the box with one hand, and closing the container with the other, he turned back to Ferus and, wordlessly, held the blue stone out to him.
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There was no more time to second guess this. It was the right thing to do.
He stepped up to the small box her kept slightly hidden in the main room. He wasn't sure if Ferus had noticed it, but trusted him not to pry into Obi-Wan's few belongings. But still, it had felt only right to keep it out of the way, if not properly disguised, as the items inside were private enough.
Keeping himself between Ferus and the box so that the younger Jedi couldn't see into it, Obi-Wan carefully pried it open, pausing as he looked onto Anakin's lightsaber. He had a great deal of mixed feelings about having it. But he knew that one day it would play a role in the fate of the galaxy once again. But that was also not what he was looking for here. It was only one of two items of sentimental value that he had kept.
He closed his hand around the blue crystal, fingering the grooves of it and letting himself absorb the warmth that it emitted. He thought of holding Siri's hand, the warmth and strength in her fingers.
He would hold onto the memory, but not the crystal.
Removing it from the box with one hand, and closing the container with the other, he turned back to Ferus and, wordlessly, held the blue stone out to him.