Obi-Wan Kenobi calmly released his emotions into the force and took a deep and soothing brea-
-oh who was he trying to fool.
He felt the same way anybody else would in this situation. Sorrow, grief, pain and a whole range of other emotion which continued to assault him, and all because he was having to clear out the old room which he shared with his former master Qui-Gon Jinn, whom had...
Obi-Wan preferred not to think about that and pushed that last thought away.
He slowly looked around the room in which he stood. Filled with boxers of something or another, some were his and would be taken with him, the rest were his former master's which were to be, much to his detriment, destroyed.
Obi-Wan calmly, well, more the facade of calmly rather than the real thing, approached one of the last places he had to clear. An old cupboard where he kept a lot of personal belongings. He hadn't opened it in years and it showed. It was covered in dust and cobwebs and the digital locking mechanism made Obi-Wan worry that he may not even be able to open the thing.
But with the will and strength of a Jedi (and a crowbar, but don't tell anyone else that!) he was able to get it open and survey the contents. A couple of holo-novels, some cloth (which didn't look like it wanted to be touched, let alone moved. It was so dirty) and some other clutter. Obi-Wan knew he didn't need any of it and was about to cast it all into the rubbish. But one thing, at the very back of cupboard, lying inconspicuously and covered in the vale of dust, caught his eye. He reached forward, grabbed it, and pulled it towards him. Feeling the cold and, surprising, heavy metal in his hand. He analysed the object, not too sure what to think.
It was a fob watch, covered in the strangest of symbols, a circular, almost scribble-like, pattern, which Obi-Wan suspected was some kind of language. The question was, why did he have it and why did it seem so important?
