Drawing in another breath, Ferus closed his eyes and again forced his feelings down. They would never go away, he knew, and certainly not when they were still so violent inside him, but for the moment he could ignore them. In the silence, in that pause, he could pick something else to focus on.

"You could have picked a better alias", he settled on eventually, turning around to face Obi-Wan when he felt more in control of himself and sure that he wouldn't cry.

And though tired, there was still something clearly disapproving in the way he presented that. Not angry, but an edge of frustration.