Obi-wan awoke long after the sun had risen. Anakin had already dressed and started packing up their supplies by the time he had roused. He ought to have been up too, but he clearly needed his sleep. Whatever it was that monster had introduced to him was obviously taking a toll on his physical health.

Obi-wan stretched out under the cover of his sleeping bag and immediately froze. He was completely naked, all of his sleep clothing had been kicked to the foot of his bag. His lower abdomen was covered in dried seamen, as well as his hand.

A pit formed in his stomach as he prayed he hadn't acted out lewdly in front of Anakin.

He desperately hoped the boy had been asleep for the whole affair. If Anakin had witnessed such unseemly behavior from his Master, Obi-wan wasn't sure how he would explain it. Even if he had seen nothing else, at the very least, Anakin would have noticed his nakedness.

As badly as he wanted to escape confronting things as they were, acting like he was still asleep was no solution at all. Sooner or later he would have to face his Padawan. But Obi-wan didn't know how he could look at Anakin without contending against the lurid images that cluttered his mind. It was the curse he brought upon himself for so willingly participating in such an eroticised fantasy. All of it seemed so much worse now that Anakin had no doubt witnessed him in such an indisposed state.

Either way, not dealing with the situation at had was not an option. Quickly, Obi-wan dressed himself, making sure to take a splash of water and a towel to himself before he did. Once he was fully clothed he felt slightly better about their predicament. After all they did have much more pressing concerns to deal with- The Sith holocrons and the means by which they were going to get themselves along with the artifacts off the horrid, Force forsaken rock when they were done. The gravity of their mission at hand made his worries seem trivial in comparison.

After taking a breath to steady his nerves which were still quite on edge, Obi-wan wandered out of the tent to see Anakin sitting patiently with both backpacks mostly loaded, aside from their sleep gear and tent. The boy seemed tense, his shoulders rigid. The small crease between his brows along with the storm in his aura told Obi-wan that he was troubled. About what, he was too afraid to ask.

"You let me sleep in too long," Obi-wan said in mock chastisement. "We'll have to hurry now to get the mission finished before sundown."

Anakin glanced up at him with a nervous expression, then back forward before he spoke. Obi-wan could see his fingers fidget, something he only ever did while under immense stress. His stomach tied itself into knots thinking of why he might be so avoidant. What he might have seen or heard made Obi-wan blanch to think about.

"I'm sorry Master," Anakin said with a pause. "I just thought… since you were injured you might need your sleep." He added, the last bit sounding less than authentic. Clearly he was avoiding saying what was on his mind.

Obi-wan didn't want to press the matter. "Well, I suppose so," he answered back as he began packing up their sleep supplies, making quick work of disassembling the tent. After Obi-wan had it all stowed away in his makeshift shoulder bag he set onto the next task. Pulling the small data pad from the side pocket of his bag, he qued the map readout. It was better this way, more productive to get on with business than to ponder on matters that one couldn't change.

"Well, it's not too far off in this direction." Obi-wan said as they started forwards through the brush.

A few moments into their journey Obi-wan stopped and turned to Anakin. The boy looked back at him with the same beautifully vulnerable expression he had seen in his vision. Obi-wan was sure he must of seen it a hundred times over, only now it stirred other things inside of him. Things he could never act on. Obi-wan cursed himself for allowing himself to get so carried away in his vision. How long would he be fighting those images from coming to mind?

"What is it, Master?" Anakin asked hesitantly.

"Oh," Obi-wan said, realizing he had turned to face the boy only to stare at him. "Your lightsaber," he said, eyeing the weapon that hung on his Padawan's belt. "Keep it in your hand at all times, understand?" Obi-wan ordered firmly, intent on his goal to prevent anything from happening to him. But Obi-wan could see something else in Anakin's eyes. Something like reservation, but more. Regardless, he nodded obediently in agreeance and took his saber in his hand.

"Never hesitate to defend yourself. Even from me." Obi-wan said, swallowing hard as guilt coiled up from deep inside himself. The remembrance of how willingly he had used his Padawan, even if only in his vision, made him feel sick. It was wrong, he should have never reinforced such desires. Anakin may have been of legal age but that didn't matter. Between the two of them he was the teacher and Anakin was the student. It was always wrong to take advantage of such a power imbalance.

In response to his admonition Anakin's eyes grew a shade fearful and his skin turned pale. He avoided eye contact as he spoke softly, almost in a whispered tone. "Yes, Master."

Obi-wan wanted to ask what had him in such a state, but didn't have the nerve. He wanted to put a hand on his shoulder and tell him that it would all be alright, but touching him in any capacity seemed too invasive. Instead he turned frontwards again as they trudged through the forest. It was better to stay on the move. Better to stay objective.

"Remember to keep an eye out for those things," Obi-wan said over his shoulder, shuddering in remembrance of how horrid the creature looked. How he hadn't seen it until it was too late. How many other hidden dangers were lurking in wait, deep within the foliage of the Sith cursed world?

"I am," Anakin said dutifly as he paced himself near to his master. At least his voice had mostly turned back to normal. It took a fraction of the shameful burden from his shoulders for the moment.

….

Anakin was on high alert as they pushed through the brush, his saber in hand as he scanned for any threats. It was better to be in such a high stakes situation. It made it slightly easier to let what happened that night to fall to the back of his mind. Not that it was entirely out of the scope of his thoughts. To completely push it out of his awareness would be nearly impossible.

Anakin didn't know how to feel about what his Master had done to him. In moments it had been wonderful, amazing yet terrifying all at the same time. He had always cared for his Master, but had never thought of him that way before. Now it was difficult to look at him and not see him as he was then. The sound of his Master's voice as he came to know him intimately in ways no one else ever had, was seared in his mind, absolutely unforgettable. It confused him. Anakin thought he wanted more, but he was angry.

He wanted to make sense of it all, how Obi-wan could be so rough, then so tender and giving. That first moment when his Master held him down and forced himself on him still made Anakin sick to his stomach when he thought about it.

It was the first time someone had ever done that to him. It should have been special. His Master should have been gentle. It felt like something out of a nightmare instead.

The pain had been overwhelming, tearing and ripping inside of him. Anakin still felt raw from the assault. There was tumultuous shame, gut wrenching heartache that hurt him in places no one could ever reach. For as awful as it had been, it only lasted for a few moments. After that, everything had changed.

Obi-wan's hands relented their iron grip on him, as the tough skin of his Master's palms wandered gently over his body. The pain he felt from the man's abrupt entry ceased and transmuted into a desperate pleasure. It didn't make sense. He wanted it to make sense.

But Obi-wan woke up and started the day as if nothing had happened. As if he didn't remember a single thing about the night before. About how he had touched him, all the things he did to him, all the ways he made him feel. Pain, pleasure, fear, desperation. All without a word or reason. He never told him he loved him, or whispered any kind sweet words Anakin might have expected.

It was all so physical. So senseless. Anakin thought it a product of one of his Master's blackouts due to the Sith poison in his veins. But that didn't explain all of it. Not the part where he kissed him, touched him gently, whispered his name with such passion and desire it still made him shudder to think about.

Lost in the turmoil of his thoughts, Anakin walked straight into his Master who stood staring off in the distance, still as stone. Losing his footing and tumbling over a few gnarled roots, Anakin quickly picked himself back up and brushed himself off.

"Master?" Anakin asked carefully. He looked around the two of them searching for something out of the ordinary that Obi-wan might have been looking at, finding nothing of the sort.

Anakin's stomach dropped as he noticed the subtle change in the man's aura as it shifted from Obi-wan's typical warmth to something cooler. He could sense his connection to the force was still strong yet different, inverted somehow. There was a darkness to it but Anakin couldn't decipher much. Many of his force perception skills were admittedly underdeveloped.

But he knew enough to sense that his Master was no longer standing in front of him. It was something, someone else. Obi-wan turned around to face him slowly. The way he moved was all wrong. The soft and sure movements of his Master had been erased and replaced with the postured menace of a much darker soul.

Anakin tightened his grip on his lightsaber as his palms began to dampen. Slowly yet methodically he began to take a few paces back, not turning his back on the unknown being who stood before him.

Cold, unfeeling eyes studied his frame as a sick sneer formed on the man's lips. "So this is what you look like with clothes," a voice spoke from his Master's lips. The cadence had changed. It was sinister and elegant, yet frighteningly severe. The very sound of it commanded a sense of authority over others.

Anakin resisted the fear that lanced through his chest, remaining silent as the man came closer, dropping his Master's shoulder bag to the forest floor as he sauntered towards him with deadly grace. Just as the hollowed out eyes and wicked sneer didn't suit Obi-wan's features, Anakin could feel his Master's essense rejecting the darkness. But that didn't make any difference as the man kept pressing onwards towards him with a stare that cut right through him, chilling him to the bone.

Anakin fought the panic that wanted to consume him as he raised his unlit saber towards his Master's form that continued to stalk closer. Something in that wicked gaze told Anakin that the dark being knew he would never be able to use it against him. The man laughed heartily for a moment before biting his lower lip, studying Anakin's body with a ravenous glint to his wild stare.

"I've been trapped on this world for tens of hundreds of years, cased inside a box. Until you and your Master came and set me free." The dark one proclaimed with a tinge of madness to his voice, manifesting as a glint of something wild in his features as he smiled. "Well, you will set me free." He added with certainty, staring maniacally into Anakin's eyes.

Anakin kept on retreating as the dark being advanced on him. He wanted to turn and run, to look away, but he couldn't. He was ensnared, horrified yet entranced by the way his Master was nowhere to be found in those blue eyes that seemed to become all consuming black holes.

"I-I don't understand," Anakin stammered. It was a lie. He didn't want to understand. Deep down he knew the truth of it. This was the monster that had forced himself on him the night before, the one that was slowly taking over his Master from the inside out.

"Oh, you're such a pretty, simple thing. Of course you don't." The dark one said with a measure of feigned pity. "But I do have uses for simple things like you," the man added with a sinister grin.

Anakin took another step back before he ignited his saber and took a defensive stance. The man gave another brief yet hearty laugh. "You ignorant little Jedi." He snarled indignantly yet somewhat amused. "You think you can even hope to defend yourself against a Sith Lord?" He cackled before turning serious. Everything about the dark soul before him was made up of churning duality. Elegance met with the harsh edge of a blade, such were his caustic smiles and beastly growls.

Then the man's eyes lit up in realization. "This is your Master's body." He stated in realization, sounding pleased. Perhaps it was logical conclusion, or the strike of fear in Anakin's aura that had given him away. Either way it was no mystery to the Sith that stood before him, that looked right through him.

"It is." He said definitively with a hint of satisfaction. "He told you to defend yourself." He added with a sorry expression that quickly transmuted into another devilish grin.

Anakin trembled as the quiet hum of his saber resounded through the empty forest. His eyes were wide, alert with fear. His lips were still, left with no words to say. There would be no last ditch effort to save himself from his Master. It was a losing battle because even if he could match the man's skill, he would never hurt him. He would be damned by his attachments, just as he had been warned of his entire life in the temple.

With a small chuckle, the dark one took Obi-wan's saber in hand and keyed it on in kind. He studied it intensely, examining the hilt and blade as if it were something he had never seen the likes of before.

"Interesting design, not at all what I prefer." He said in a dissatisfied, near conversational tone. "And it's most certainly the wrong color." He mused, before his predatory stare trained on Anakin again.

The dark one's eyes lit up with cheerful malevolence as he smiled, pressing the edge of his saber against Anakins. A flicker of violent delight danced in his Master's eyes just before the man pulled back, promptly leveling the saber for a killing blow aimed at Anakin's neck. He deflected the hit, nearly missing the block entirely.

Anakin's heart raced, pounding hard in his chest as he continued to hold his saber high waiting for the next attack. "Is this what the Jedi have been reduced to now?" The man said sounding a trifle disappointed.

Another lethal swing met with another desperate block. Without even trying the dark one was pushing Anakin to the limits of his training. "If all of them are as weak as you, defeating you all is going to be too easy." The man grumbled as he sent a more leisurely swing at Anakin's torso, managing to slice through his clothes and sear his flesh. Anakin gritted his teeth against the pain. It was bright and sharp, he used it to hone his focus.

Another series of strikes and parries sent Anakin moving ever backwards on the defensive as he strained just to keep up with the unnatural pace at which the dark one began to take. He wasn't sure just how long he would be able to maintain his defenses, at the current rate his stamina was already beginning to fail him. Though when the dark one sent a solid force push his way sending him tumbling backwards, it ceased to matter.

Anakin stared up at his Master as he held the tip of his saber just below his chin. His own saber was held out in hand, too far away to do any good. "Well I've bested you now, haven't I?" The dark one snickered as his expression turned pensive. "What to do with you now, hmm?"

Anakin's stomach dropped at his words and their implication. "You can let me go." He replied, trying to employ the force as his Master had taught him. Not that he truly expected such a simple trick to work on the mind of a Sith, but it was the only thing he could think of in the moment.

But the man's face changed. He disengaged his saber and took a step back. "I can let you go," he changed blankly.

Seizing his change to escape, Anakin leapt to his feet. Before he could make a run for it the dark one slammed into him, crushing him up against a tree. His saber lie fallen on the ground, knocked from his grip in the unexpected impact. Now he was left with no weapon, not that he could have used it on him, anyway.

The man trapped him in with his arms, bursting with sadistic glee. "You really are a simple thing, aren't you?" He cooed, gripping Anakin's jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he studied his face before turning him around and pressing his face into the coarse bark of the tree.

Anakin struggled against his grip only to be handled more harshly. His face scraped against the rough bark leaving red scratches trailing across his face. Anakin could feel his Master's body crush against his own, the man's hardening erection grinding against him making his stomach feel sick. He hated his weakness, how the strength in his limbs seemed to leave him, how is body quaked and trembled.

"What would your Master think of you now? So easily defeated," The Sith growled as his hands roved over the edges of his body. "He would think you wanted it."

Anakin's heart fractured, compounded by the confusion of the night before. He didn't want it, he felt sick, he wanted everything to stop. But the words of the dark one wormed their way past Anakin's defenses as he felt himself crumble.

He was weak in the Jedi Code, as well as physical and force strength. He was nothing. Tears of broken helplessness leaked out the corners of his eyes silently as he felt his body between his Master and the harsh bark of the tree, trapped.

Soon the man's hands began to pull at his leggings, inching them down his hips as Anakin fought his grip. Losing patience the dark one tore them at the seem revealing him entirely. Anakin's core gripped with fear as a pang of desperation bolted through him.

"No," Anakin cried out, squirming as his Master's body pressed against him harder, pinning him in place.

"Oh, Yes," The man growled, pressing his firm cock against his ass. "After all those years stuck inside that box, one could say i've been starved of flesh."

Anakin seemed to forget how to breathe as the dark one spat in his palm to wet himself before pressing his tip against his entrance. It was painful, still raw from the night before. He wished his Master would come back and save him, stop all this from happening. Obi-wan would never hurt him.

"Master wake up!" Anakin cried out in a teary voice, "Please!"

….

Obi-wan came to his senses with a gnawing sense of want ebbing through his body. He didn't understand what was happening, or how much time had passed. He was only aware of his stark erection against hot flesh, the feeling of his fingers digging into the edges of someone's hips.

But then his mind returned to the present as he came to the horrific realization that it was Anakin he was pressing himself against. It was his Padawan trembling tearfully in his grip as his body tensed against his Master, who remained on the verge of penetrating him.

Quickly Obi-wan released Anakin from his grip, hastily covering himself as he took a brief survey of his student. His leggings were torn at the seams far past his hips which now were adorned with purple fingerprints where he had pressed too hard into his flesh, breaking the delicate vessels beneath his skin.

Anakin slowly turned to press his back against the tree as he sheepishly pulled up at the edges of his leggings, a look of shame on his face that was too much than Obi-wan could bear. The gloss of fallen tears dotted his cheeks, one of which was red and raw with scratches. His eyes were distant and despondent from the trauma that he still had yet to make sense of.

The sight of him made Obi-wan's stomach turn and his blood boil. He could feel the pain and hurt, the fear that swirled around him in his aura. It made Obi-wan want to rip his own heart out. He wanted to kill the beast that did this to him, but the only one he felt he could blame was himself.

Anakin wouldn't be safe as long as he was around. He needed to get as far away as possible from him. Whatever Sith thing lurked inside him was beyond his control. Contrary to his innate urge to go over to Anakin and make sure he was alright, Obi-wan retreated a few steps instead.

He wanted nothing more than to dry his tears and hold him but knew better. Obi-wan wouldn't be responsible for putting his own student in the proximity of such a horrid monster. A monster that he couldn't protect him from even if he tried. One that Anakin most certainly couldn't defend himself against.

Anakin took deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself as his tears ceased. Obi-wan could feel his student fighting to stay objective, to calm down. Every second he had to watch Anakin struggle was torture.

He wanted to say something, to do anything, but didn't know what to say or how to say it. Instead he looked around for one of their packs. Finding his makeshift shoulder bag a few paces away Obi-wan rummaged through it for a fresh set of leggings and promptly tossed them over to Anakin who caught them with an outstretched hand.

Obi-wan looked over, seeing Anakin look back with another hesitant expression as a blush rose up in his cheeks. Immediately understanding, he turned to look away so that he could change into the new set of leggings.

Listening for the rustling of changing clothes to cease before he turned back around, Obi-wan waited a few more seconds to be on the safe side.

"Ok," Anakin said quietly, giving his Master permission to turn. Obi-wan did, seeing his Padawan a fraction less timid in his new garment. It helped soothe the gaping wound in Obi-wan's heart that hurt more than he knew how to handle.

"I'm-" Obi-wan started and paused, halted by the sob that choked him. "I'm so sorry," he said quietly as tears he didn't even try to fight against blurred his vision.

"It's ok," Anakin said softly, looking at his Master then back at the ground below his feet.

Obi-wan was both enraged and horrified all at the same time. It wasn't okay, he should never have said such a thing. It couldn't possibly be okay. He had no way to know for sure, but his mind was reeling with the possibilities of what might have happened. The things that he might have done to Anakin made him want to rip his heart out and bleed to death. It made his chest restrict with panic and his soul flare with anger.

And in it all he couldn't help but think, he can't even stand to look at me…

Before Obi-wan could say a word, Anakin began to understand his Master's racing thoughts. "You didn't… I mean… Nothing happened, not like what you're thinking." Anakin said, obviously uncomfortable.

Obi-wan looked over at his student to see his timorous demeanor, but he sensed what he said was true. Though he felt there was something else beneath them, he couldn't help but feel relieved at his words.

But it didn't remove the fear completely. There was no way to know what exactly had transpired since he had no memory of any of it. "I didn't-" Obi-wan started and was cut off by Anakin, who interjected fiercely.

"No." He stated, glancing up to meet his Master's gaze with a soft yielding expression that Obi-wan thought he might have only seen one before in a vision. "I know you would never hurt me." He said sincerely before looking back down to the ground.

Caught off guard by the statement matched with that submissive glance, Obi-wan found himself with more questions than they had time for at the moment. But part of himself was glad that Anakin knew he would never hurt him, not intentionally. It wasn't in him to ever see his Padawan suffer so needlessly. But there would only be more suffering, if they weren't able to figure out their situation quickly.

"Anakin, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Obi-wan said seriously, in his most strict Jedi Master-like voice in order to convey the gravity of their situation. As if Anakin hadn't already known first hand the danger they faced. The danger that he faced.

"I need you to take both our lightsabers." He commanded. Anakin silently nodded and did as he was told, calling both sabers to his hand and promptly stowing them on his belt.

"Good." Obi-wan commended, then paused. He still needed to come up with a plan, though he hadn't quite gotten that far. Whatever it was coursing through his veins was either getting stronger with time or proximity to the temple. Possibly both. He didn't want to risk losing control again. He didn't want to think about what might happen if he did.

If only there was something he could be bound with, then Anakin would have a head start when he lost consciousness again. It was inevitable. But there was no such equipment or material at their disposal.

"You need to go back to the ship and call for help." Obi-wan declared. There were no better alternatives.

"And what are you going to do?" Anakin asked skeptically, returning to his usual demeanor by a fraction.

"I… I don't know." Obi-wan said in a huff of frustration. "I don't suspect I have long before I lose consciousness again. I suppose I'll go to the temple and try to collect the Holocrons. I will be traveling in the opposite direction from you at least." He said, feeling every bit as defeated as he sounded.

"At least that way you'll be safe." Obi-wan added, the words cutting through his heart as he spoke them.

Clearly angered by what his Master suggested, Anakin shook his head in disagreement. "You can't go to the temple, Master. That's what they want you to do."

Obi-wan furrowed his brows in concern as his heart crested of another wave of panic. "What are you talking about?"

Anakin's confidence dwindled slightly as he revisited the event. "That's what he said. That we set him free." Then he paused, his face twisted pensively. "But I don't think it's complete. It seemed like there's something else he needs us to do. Where else would that be except the temple?"

Obi-wan felt like he had been hit over the head with a durasteel bar. "He?"

Anakin nodded, eyes cast downwards. "The Sith Lord."

"The-the Sith Lord?" Obi-wan stammered, aghast. How could such a dark entity penetrate through his carefully built defenses to take him over so completely? It was nearly impossible. Only, it wasn't. Whatever venom had been injected through his wound must have made him vulnerable.

"What else did he say?" Obi-wan asked, hoping there might have been more information to go off of.

"Something about defeating the Jedi. No specifics." Anakin mumbled. "And something about being locked in a box for a long time."

"Well it's consistent with the descriptions of the holocrons we were sent to retrieve." Obi-wan nodded.

"We can't finish the mission, Master. If you go in there, who knows what sort of hell you'll unleash? What if that Sith takes over your body for good? There's too much we don't know. You can't go." Anakin insisted, looking up into his Master's eyes fiercely.

"We can't both go back to the ship. I can't keep you near me, it's not safe." Obi-wan said with a bout of guilt weighing down his heart.

"We can make it work. I'll be fine." Anakin said with shaky resolve. "Besides it's possible you're getting worse as we get closer to the temple. It stands to reason you might get better if you go in the opposite direction."

"It's too risky." Obi-wan said, shaking his head with dissent. "We can't afford to stand here bickering like this. There's no time."

"What's risky is you going to the temple alone." Anakin countered with rising heat in his voice. "To hell with the mission. We need to get off this rock."

"We just need to take a moment and clear our minds. Neither of us are thinking clearly." Obi-wan said with a dejected sigh.

Anakin was right. Chances were the closer they went to the temple, whatever control the Sith had over him would only get stronger. It must have been remote. If he were to make contact with the Holocron of the Sith that was using him, he might be lost entirely. But nothing was certain, and he didn't want to risk being near to Anakin when he lost consciousness again. To make matters worse, it was nearly impossible to think clearly about anything at all with circumstances being what they were. How could he not be emotionally involved?

"I think I have an idea." Anakin said earnestly with a look of determination in his eyes. "We'll both go back to the transport. You'll take the lead. The last time the Sith took control you were stuck for a few seconds. So if you stop or pause, i'll start running. I should have enough of a head start to be able to keep going until you come back."

"That's a terrible idea." Obi-wan said, running a hand over his face with distress.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Anakin said challengingly. "No? I didn't think so."

"If we're going to do this," Obi-wan started, pained by the weight of his words. "Promise me. If the Dark Side takes me completely-"

"It won't." Anakin said stubbornly.

"But if it does-"

"I said it won't." Anakin ground out.

Obi-wan sighed. "We can't afford to be willfully ignorant, Anakin. For me, If you love me," he said as his chest constricted. "Don't let me go on like that."

Anakin's eyes began to gloss over as he clenched his fists with something that seemed like both anger and helplessness. "In the unlikely event of that happening... I'll take care of it."

"Thank you." Obi-wan sighed, feeling both relieved and burdened. It wasn't right to hold attachments over his Padawan's head in such a way. Especially when love was something that had never been mentioned between the two of them.

Not that he didn't care about Anakin. He did. And even before this horrid place and all of the confusion that it had put into their relationship, he had loved him. It was why he always tried so hard to be the Master that Anakin deserved.

But the word love had powerful implications with roots in attachment. It was manipulative to use it in such a way. It hurt Obi-wan to have said what he did, though he didn't regret it. What he did regret was never telling Anakin before all this, how much he did love him.

Because he didn't think he could bring himself to say it now. It seemed dirty, tarnished by what happened between them, by the things he allowed himself to do to Anakin in his vision. Maybe after this whole ordeal, they might have a chance to talk through some of it. But for now, they didn't have time for such luxuries.

Without another word, Obi-wan set out through the brush ahead of Anakin in the direction of the ship. He could hear his Padawan's footsteps follow a short distance behind.

In the silence that brewed between them, Obi-wan couldn't help but think about the things that neither of them had really spoken about. The terrible thing that had happened to Anakin that he didn't even want to put words to. Anakin may have wanted to brush it off and say it was alright, but Obi-wan knew better. If he felt so truly awful, he could only imagine how his Padawan felt.

Though for the moment, it seemed like neither of them were giving themselves the time to process any of it. And it made sense. They were still in the thick of it. Both of them needed to be on guard.