Obi Wan forced himself not to react, he swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat and had threatened to choke him.

"She's dead" he stated firmly. "What else is there to say?"

Jahra folded her fingers together, analyzing the boy, without moving for an instant.

"What connection did you build with Cerasi?"

Obi Wan frowned. "We were friends"

"And that was all?" Jahra pressed gently. Obi Wan's gaze travelled beyond the healer to the far wall, willing himself not to fall apart. To not let her get to him, but he heard the blaster shot crack through the air and heard it penetrate Cerasi's chest and he felt the same jagged grief claw at him once more.

"We were friends" Obi Wan repeated stonily. He didn't care if the woman thought he was being rude all he could think about was escaping. The walls began to close in around him and he felt like screaming

Why couldn't this be over?

Jahra's soft voice broke through his panic. "We are only trying to help you Obi Wan, it's very important that we pinpoint what is hurting you the most"

"Cerasi is dead. I'm not hurting over her" Obi Wan said through clenched teeth, willing her to believe him. Willing himself to believe.

"I can't help you if you won't let me" Jahra sighed, indicating that he should leave.

Gratefully the former Jedi bowed to her and left.

Jahra closed the folder and sighed.

"He's closed himself off from everyone and everything. He is barely connected to the force and I doubt he would know how if you asked" she related to Yoda. The small master sighed.

"Perhaps it is not us who is meant to help Obi Wan"