"Yeah, funny how it's everywhere," Dan murmurs, feeling a phantom ache in his own chest, feeling his own mind supply an image of a mallet crashing into a wall.

He finds his head cocking to one side, even as he offers Obi-Wan's had a companionable squeeze before pulling away, letting the flood of whatever they're going to call it, lets it trickle away. "That's true," he says, not ready to open his eyes and let the light hit his pupils just yet. "But we don't all start on even ground with that. We're not all equipped the same, either."