"Please... Obi-Wan. Turn back, it's a trap." Anakin pleaded through the force. He felt it was useless, but he needed to try. He needed know that he attempted to at least stop his Master from making a mistake he would definately regrete. But he would have to compete with that Clawdite, he could here him speaking to convince Obi-Wan to find him.

"Please... Obi-Wan. Turn back, it's a trap."

Obi-Wan blinked as he stared off distantly. They were so close to the wearhouse where they were holding Anakin. Beside him, Kit and Aayla were clearly able to tell that the other two missing Jedi were there.

"Are you ready Obi-Wan?" Kit asked him.

He looked down, "I think Anakin has tried to tell me something."

"Through the force?" Aayla clarified.

Obi-Wan nodded.

"What is it?"

"That this is all a trap." He spoke quietly.

"No! I need you, Master! Hurry! I can't hold out much longer!"

"Don't! Master! They will capture you!"

Obi-Wan felt a slight headache now, he held his head in a hand. "ughhh..."

"Are you alright?" Kit asked, a hand now on his shoulder.

"I think so." He answered slowly. "It's confusing. I hear him. But he's telling me to come and help him and yet say not to and that it is all a trap."

"It could very well be." Aayla sighed.

"Please! They are hurting me! I can't escape! Help!"

"No! I'm fine! I will find a way out! Do not enter this wearhouse!"

He suddenly felt a little dizzy. The weakness of his injuries had not subsided completely, and now it was acting up. His confusion was taking him over. He couldn't let it go, he didn't know what to do.

"Help me! Please!"

"Please! Get as far away from here as possible! Don't try to save me! I will be alright!"

"They are hurting me!"

"I'm fine! They aren't touching me! Get away from here!"

"Hurry up and save me!"

"Get away from here!"

His breathing hitched as clutched his head in his hands, gritting his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut. The voice, it threatened to rip him appart!

"Obi-Wan, are you-?" Aayla didn't have the chance to finish her sentence.

"Get out of my head!" Obi-Wan screamed at no one, Kit and Aayla stepped away from him. Looking at each other before back at the clearly delusional man as he fell to his knees screaming and crying. Kit felt himself being pulverized by the emotions waving off of him. He was confused, torn, scared, angry, unsure, and mostly desperate. All being very unlike him, and very inappropiate for a Jedi.

"What do we do?" Aayla asked quietly.

Kit blinked slowly, shaking his head. "I will try to calm him down. But I do not think we should let him come along if he is in such a state of mind."

Aayla nodded and watched as Kit crouched down beside Obi-Wan, a hand on his shoulder as he tried to calm him. She then looked up to see a black shape take cover behind a wall. She ran after it, her lightsaber activated in seconds as she stroked down and cut it in half. She stared down at the sliced halves of a probe droid. They had been watched.

She returned to see Kit being squished by one of Obi-Wan's imfamous and rare hugs. He looked at her with an expression that said that he didn't do anything to bring this to himself. In the mean time, the other clung, burying his face into the other's shoulder.

"He's having a mental breakdown." Fisto finally stated as he patted Obi-Wan's back to try and ease him off. "I think we should leave him here while we go in."

"Are you sure?" Aayla asked.

"Would you rather us have to make sure this one doesn't do anything stupid?"

"Point taken." She agreed, then crouched beside the two and carefully disengaged Obi-Wan from Kit. "Stay here, alright? We'll go in and get Anakin back."

Obi-Wan nodded, seeming more helpless than usual. They couldn't hear the two conflicting voices that boomed in his head, so they had no idea. Not like they would have dared question anyone in this state of mind anyways.

With Obi-Wan staying put, Aayla and Kit got up and started towards the wearhouse on the other platform.