Anakin was no stranger to battle or to conflict, in fact with in many aspects of his life he'd found himself a slave to it. He chose to seek out battles and attempt to keep his mind and his body focused on the outer crusade rather than that of the raging tempest swirling within the confines of his own being. It was a duel that Anakin only avoided while awake. Many nights Obi-wan would find him wandering about in the camp doing head counts, inventory, or most often tinkering with things that needn't be bothered with such as comms, their ships, the droids, and speeders and his own lightsaber. While Obi-wan did his best to attempt to remedy the conflict young Skywalker was feeling, Anakin remained closed off and distant with his own problems. Typical, Skywalker.
Anakin, during one of his rare moments of stillness, had chosen to meditate- or perhaps he was sleeping, Kenobi could never be too certain. This time, was different however. With Anakin's struggle he opened his mind up with in the force, or perhaps it was the force itself allowing Kenobi a brief glimpse into Skywalker's strife.
The young jedi remained within his own head completely cut off from the jedi master and the rest of his company in the world around him. It was as if he was in a galaxy far far away on a distant planet made up of turmoil and darkness and conflict. The planet fueled it, fed off of it, dwelled within it. The swirling rivers of magma under the crust of pitch hardened obsidian poked out through cracks and formed into churning rivers of red hot lava. The air was thick and hurt to breathe with each inhalation of soot burning embers assaulted the jedi master's lungs. Obi-wan Kenobi could feel the heat permeating the air like radiation and leaving stains on his cloaks. Nothing he'd ever meditated on with in the force had ever been so vivid as to physically ail and scorched his skin as it did here. Kenobi pressed on determined to see this through and experience what Skywalker so desperately feared. Is this perhaps what Yoda had sensed all those moons ago when Anakin was but a bright eyed child who'd left everything behind to serve something far greater than himself or was this something far worse than just an emotion? Could this be the start of something nefarious?
The gravel crunched beneath Kenobi's leather boots each step becoming more and more punishing than the last. He struggled to see what or who he was looking for through the dense formation of a black molten dust cloud getting kicked up in front of him. With nothing left to see he stilled himself, quiet; striving to hear something, anything that's give away his padawan's position. Silence. Nothingness. Stillness…
Then he heard it, finally. He could follow the sound through the storm. It was an eerie sound, hollow and struggling. It echoed through the vastness of the battleground. It was slow and repetitive, raspy...mechanical.