Angry isn't really the word I'd use. He was angry last time. [ He doesn't know what Krennic would do. It probably wouldn't be good, though. Honestly, can't he catch some sort of break?
It may not be directed at him, but he can't help the flicker of amusement. Second person he met, fellow pilot. ]
Yeah. He gave me your name when I described you. [ He also... gave him some other bits of information, but you know. Details. ] You're both from the same time and place.
[ Of course he does. Bodhi pauses, recalling the conversation. ] Well. He said you killed people, here, mostly.
[ And then Bodhi sought him out to speak to him, himself. ]
He was... a little surprised when I said it was you, but I think he was also a little bit impressed. I don't know if I was supposed to tell you that much, but there you go.
Yeah, that sounds like him. He keeps telling me that I'm a better person than I think I am.
I got that. I think I got that even before Poe said anything. [ He was a little bit scary, and watching him talk to Krennic... he'd suddenly realized that he left the oven on and needed to leave immediately, which is the exact reason he'd ran off. ]
... out of curiosity, can I ask why you did step in, then?
Because if he were to kill you, it would summon a horrible thing that would punish him, and though I have no issue with that punishment, I would rather not have to sense its presence again.
[There's an undertone of bitter hatred in the words, though if Bodhi is paying particular attention, he may be able to tell there's the tiniest amount of... fear. This thing is deeply unpleasant in many ways, for Kylo Ren.]
Horrible thing? [ He'll take Kylo's word on this, after all - he's had his own run ins with horrible things, thanks. Bodhi would still want Krennic to have some punishment for all that he had done, though. ]
A spirit that presides over the deaths of this planet.
[He thinks of describing its awful appearance as it showed itself to him, but his mind blanks so hard he decides it's not worth it. Bodhi may feel that equivalent of a thousand-yard stare briefly before Ren shakes himself out of it.]
It wants nothing to do with those of us from other places, and becomes... aggravated, if we force it to deal with us. [By killing each other.]
[He didn't often get angry. As a Jedi is was usually better than that. But his conversation with Poe Dameron had tested the limits of his patience. Not to mention practically giving him a verbal punch in the gut. It had left him with another burden he didn't need. Though, after talking to Rey, he was given... additional perspective.
Obi-Wan didn't want to do this. But he had to. This was his duty. As a Jedi, and as a friend to those involved. However, he knew this would not be easy. Regardless, he couldn't willingly leave that lightsaber in a Kylo Ren's hands.
So it's with that purpose in mind that the Jedi approached the house he has visited many times before. Coming to the front door and knocking in his customary way that the occupants would undoubtably recognize.]
[Ren had gotten a brief warning from Poe regarding said conversation, but he'd kept the conversation short. He wasn't pleased by the idea of the Jedi knowing what he now had in his possession, but what was done was done, and he could take care of himself.
As a result it's little surprise when Obi-Wan comes knocking, and a few seconds later, the knight opens the door and stares down at the older man. Several moments of silence pass as Ren dully watches Kenobi, but just before it gets to the point Obi-Wan might think it's his prerogative to speak, Kylo does, with a light tone that reflects just enough sarcasm to be obvious, and a brief, fake equivalent of a smile. It fades immediately.]
To what do I owe the pleasure.
[He knows why Kenobi is here. He hopes differently. But he knows.]
[When the door is opened, blue eyes lift to look up at the very tall young man he had been coming to know for the past year. His lips pulling into a grim line as silence reigns for several moments. But it is Kylo that speaks first, in a tone that he doesn't quite expect but doesn't find surprising either.]
I get the distinct feeling that you already know.
[There's the slightest hint of annoyance. For it seems that a certain pilot passes information rather freely for someone who didn't want to get others involved yet happily allowed him to clean up his mess.]
I'll take your word on that. [ Bodhi feels the weight of that stare, and he shudders. There's a trickle of fear that he quashes, because he doesn't want to think of that, now. ]
So it only comes out when we murder one another? I mean if it hates us so much, why not just let us... I dunno, let us deal with our problems ourselves?
[Kylo Ren's expression is cold, for the time being, and there's an unnatural, uncomfortable stillness to the air that goes along with it, along with the color beginning to drain from the door frame. He doesn't move from where he stands.]
I imagine it has something to do with... our souls. [Or whatever equivalent this place has?] That thing... if I'm right, it—
[How does he explain this theory of his? Especially to someone he's not sure is very spiritual.]
In the way we are born from and return to the Force, in our own galaxy, that spirit—manages that cycle here. Because we are not of this world, our... essence doesn't belong. And so as long as we don't get involved in that cycle, it doesn't care. It's only when we do that it is unhappy.
[He pauses, uncertainty coming through. He hadn't exactly been able to ask the thing any questions, and when he continues, the mental voice is almost quieter.]
[ When the connection opens Ren would be meant witch confusion and anger. Even though he tries to push it back but he can take help his own feelings right now. He breathes out a little before speaking. ]
I wanted you to know that Kenobi knows. I didn't tell Rey where it was. She contacted me first in regards of it being Finn's. As soon as I didn't tell where though she's quickly called it hers and then promptly accused me of being a thief.
She went and told Kenobi that I was a thief. However, the conversation never lead back to why she contacted me in the first place.
So instead of the lightsaber being a sentimental value from a dear friend it turned into a weapon of light and Jedi business.
Even though I apologized several times for not knowing their way or the will of the Force. I got told I was being disrespectful.
When in truth, the story went from it being Finn's lightsaber to hers to other people who may want it.
I go to told to consider the feelings of others and their thoughts. Yet, I feel their actions and words are just as confusing. Feelings and thoughts change just like the seasons do. Actions and words are much more permenant.
Whose really in the wrong here? I know I should apologize to her for not telling her where. I'm not even sure if she told him the full story or not. He never once called it Finn's just that it was a saber that belonged to the light and that I was meddling with the Jedi affairs.
[ It should have stayed as a sentimental value from a dear friend. But it had became something much more. ]
[Obi-Wan straightened up and looked at Kylo Ren evenly. His face set in a serious expression. He would not back down so easily.]
Then I will only ask once.
Hand over the lightsaber. If you do not, I will be informing the other Enforcers that you have breached their law by being in possession of dangerous weapons.
[He had been kind and said nothing of the lightsaber that Ren had built. But that would change if Kylo remained stubborn.]
Nor will I return yours until you return the one that doesn't belong to you.
[Ren was having a perfectly good day until this moment, at which point feelings and several, several words are shoved into his head (well, alright, he did accept the connection, but he didn't expect this), and as it goes on he gets more and more annoyed.
It's all met with silence for several seconds, and where he sits he brings a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Does he really have to deal with this?]
[Again, Kenobi is met with a long, silent stare, though the slight twist of his lips and furrow in his brow speak to his growing anger.]
... it's funny. [His words are harsh, and there's absolutely no humor to be found in his face at all. The temperature is beginning to rise.]
I trusted you, once. I thought you might understand what this meant to me. That you'd know me well enough by now to know no harm would come from me possessing such a thing.
[Apparently he was wrong. Not that he's surprised by that, now.]
If it doesn't belong to me, who does it belong to, then.
[ Poe knows that feelings and thoughts can be misjudged too. It's not something that can be easy to predict. He wasn't exactly sure how Ren would be with this news but he also didn't want not to warn him. ]
I was only trying to get everything out of the way that needed to be said.
[There's no small amount of bitterness to the thought, but he hasn't risen to rage levels. This is just... a minor setback. An obstacle he'll have to overcome. He won't let this become an issue that angers him instead of brightening his mood like it has been.]
I don't care "who's in the wrong," and I don't care what you do or don't say to them. I'm not letting this fall into anyone else's hands and that's it.
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