[ his mind is a daze, his heart is a maze. obi-wan isn't sure how he finds himself at this shop. the force tugs him there, as if aware of his state of mind, trying to calm the turbulent waters. is it anger? fear? or the bone-deep sorrow obi-wan has never been able to exorcise his entire life.
so he wanders aimlessly, finally stopping at the crystals. they float idly in the air with a wave of his hand, dancing to an unsung song. ]
[ John only really stopped in to organize a bit. It's not far from his house but with memories going as they are and the impromptu trips down that particular lane courtesy of Deerington he's needing things to do. To keep himself busy.
It seems, when he realizes there's another man in the shop, that he isn't the only one. There's something in the way the other bloke carries himself, a flicker in the eyes, and what's that old saying? Like recognizes like.
A gentle clearing of his throat: ] Those ones calling to you, then?
[ Less a call and more a song. Like resonance or something else? He doesn't ask, even though he's curious. Mainly because he notes at least one of the crystals stands out immediately: Black Onyx. Something to aid in grief. ]
Seems a bit of a heavy tune you're carrying around, mate.
[ That’s a kind of weight he’s familiar with. The bogged down feeling of it that permeates every layer of one’s being. A soul-deep feeling as old as memory. His face falls in sympathy. ]
I’m sorry. [ What more is there to say? There aren’t words enough to encompass that kind of grief. ] Do you---do you need somewhere to rest a while?
[ It’s not much but the meditation room is good for it. More than once through the hell of October it kept people sane and able to sleep a little. Gather themselves. ]
[ obi-wan tries to pull himself together. deny that he needs the help. be a stronger jedi, let it go. but his limbs feel so heavy that he cannot even bring himself to say the words. ]
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so he wanders aimlessly, finally stopping at the crystals. they float idly in the air with a wave of his hand, dancing to an unsung song. ]
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It seems, when he realizes there's another man in the shop, that he isn't the only one. There's something in the way the other bloke carries himself, a flicker in the eyes, and what's that old saying? Like recognizes like.
A gentle clearing of his throat: ] Those ones calling to you, then?
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Not a call, but . . . a song.
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Seems a bit of a heavy tune you're carrying around, mate.
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Can music be so heavy?
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Sometimes. But sometimes it isn't so hard to shoulder if someone else knows it too. [ A weighted pause and a breath. ] Did something happen?
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My apprentice, he — passed in this place.
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I’m sorry. [ What more is there to say? There aren’t words enough to encompass that kind of grief. ] Do you---do you need somewhere to rest a while?
[ It’s not much but the meditation room is good for it. More than once through the hell of October it kept people sane and able to sleep a little. Gather themselves. ]
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Yes. That would be most helpful.