[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.