[ 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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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.