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The weather is turning steadily chillier with each passing day, though Obi-Wan is still warm enough when he drapes his robes over his shoulders. It's a pleasant enough afternoon when he heads out, not with any particular destination in mind, but with the growing understanding that he's going to need to find something to do with himself at some point.

An idea may come to him eventually, but it may not. He's certainly not above asking for help, not when he's well aware this place is unlike any other he's ever been to. There is occasionally call for a Jedi, like there had been the evening in East Hallow, but otherwise, his skills aren't quite as necessary as they had once been.

It doesn't leave him at a loss exactly. He just knows eventually something will have to change.

He's thinking about it today and when he sees a familiar face, clearly mulling something over, Obi-Wan smiles and heads in Dan's direction.

"Hello, there," he says pleasantly when he's near enough.

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The one that swallows your kind whole.

The words reverberate, they make Obi-Wan's chest ache, and he thinks again of all the dead Jedi. All the thousands of souls that were lost with one horrific act at the hands of the men they had trusted and fought beside. Obi-Wan had loved Cody, loves him still, thinks of him as his team, but Cody had tried to shoot him. Tried to kill him.

"Yes, I know that darkness," he agrees with an exhale. "But I also know no one is one or the other. We're all both. It's our choices that make one or the other stronger."

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"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."

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Obi-Wan isn't sure if he agrees with that, but he also knows he comes from a different place than most everyone here. And further to the point, not being sure if he agrees is not the same as disagreeing, and so for now he only nods. It's something he will have to meditate upon further.

He wonders if he and Maul started in similar places. Probably not, he realizes. Dathomir and Coruscant could hardly be compared, especially when Obi-Wan knows the Nightbrothers were subservient to the Witches of Dathomir. A different start with much different chances, to be certain.

"I suppose you're not wrong about that," he says.