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“i feel responsible for him.” obi spoke quietly, voice barely rising above a whisper as he keeps his gaze to the floor.
“he HATES me. he blames me.” his voice is cracking as a single tear rolls down his cheek. “it’s MY fault.”
“It isn’t your fault, Mr. Kenobi.” Though she had to admit, she was positive it was her adopted mother’s sheer desire to keep her alive that had kept her from being killed along with the rest of the Jedi who had been slain.
“No one could’ve known he’d do this, and even further. He doesn’t blame you, I don’t think. I think he’s scared. Fear does terrible things to the mind, sir.”











