To say that his anxiety was at an all-time high might have been the understatement of a millennia. Obi-Wan felt hysterical. Demented, even. There were knots in his stomach the size of banthas and he felt his fingers physically shaking as he powered down the engine. The Force was swirling around him, like seismic blasts rocking everything in their path. He felt like brittle remains in its wake, broken and destroyed, waiting for the impending doom.