Despite all of the implications floating in the air, Kenobi feels he's lucky things have remained as impressively civil as they have. Even with a large group of Jedi on edge, they've managed to most maintain themselves and so far there's only been a minor amount of damage all around.
"You'll find no one here so close to that history, I'm afraid," he warns, although he doesn't expect that Garth'zel will be surprised by this fact. He's already admitted too much time had passed, although Obi-Wan imagines it would be just as difficult to go into his own future and find that this time in his life is long forgotten by a galaxy always in motion. It's in the archives, sure, but finding a person to specialize in that section of history is a little harder, particularly now that the war is raging.
"The Sith activity is much more... restricted at this time. There is a—" How does he put this? "—a more distilled class devoted to those teachings." If only Obi-Wan understood it all himself.
Whoever gets stuck with fixing what happened in that room may disagree about how minor it is. Although probably agreeing they're lucky that's all that happened.
Garth'zel frowns, not liking the wording involved. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
Not that he wants to worry about who knows how many Sith to fight off if the Jedi are smart enough to let him go home instead of trying to keep him. Still. It makes him wonder if he even has a home to go back to.
Obi-Wan isn't going to be the first to really broach the subject, but he can sense how very out of sync Garth'zel will be with the Republic, with the galaxy at large. He wouldn't want to be in the guy's boots.
"You and me both, as I'm sure you can imagine," Kenobi half-quips as he comes to a stop in front of the open door of an empty meditation room. He eyes the other man, trying to decide if there's been any improvement on the vision front. With no apparent indication, he has to assume Garth'zel hasn't made any progress.
Kenobi clears his throat. "I hope this room will be satisfactory until we can find you something more appropriate. You shouldn't be bothered here while you're resting." He knows Garth'zel hasn't seen it, and that maybe he won't, but he's banking on the Sith sensing the neutrality of the provided space.
Garth'zel just snorts at the quip. "I'm well aware of the general opinion Jedi and Sith have of each other, but I'm generally willing enough to leave you lot alone if you leave me alone."
Excepting during the skirmishing before the war was officially reopened and then after it started back up again, obviously. Not really any way to avoid that completely.
Garth'zel stretches out with his senses to gain an idea of the room's dimensions before nodding. "It will be fine. I rather imagine the Jedi Council is going to want to talk to me at some point. Just give me a little advance warning first so I don't have them sprung on me, hmm?"
No one likes having the Jedi Council staring judgingly at them without warning.
He passes into the room after that, picking a good spot to sit where he'll be facing the door, legs folded under him and letting the neutrality of the room soak in. "I'll see you in a few hours," he says, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing as he works on slipping back into the healing trance that had been interrupted earlier. He can sort through things later after he's physically recovered and has had time to let his emotions become slightly less raw.
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"You'll find no one here so close to that history, I'm afraid," he warns, although he doesn't expect that Garth'zel will be surprised by this fact. He's already admitted too much time had passed, although Obi-Wan imagines it would be just as difficult to go into his own future and find that this time in his life is long forgotten by a galaxy always in motion. It's in the archives, sure, but finding a person to specialize in that section of history is a little harder, particularly now that the war is raging.
"The Sith activity is much more... restricted at this time. There is a—" How does he put this? "—a more distilled class devoted to those teachings." If only Obi-Wan understood it all himself.
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Garth'zel frowns, not liking the wording involved. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
Not that he wants to worry about who knows how many Sith to fight off if the Jedi are smart enough to let him go home instead of trying to keep him. Still. It makes him wonder if he even has a home to go back to.
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"You and me both, as I'm sure you can imagine," Kenobi half-quips as he comes to a stop in front of the open door of an empty meditation room. He eyes the other man, trying to decide if there's been any improvement on the vision front. With no apparent indication, he has to assume Garth'zel hasn't made any progress.
Kenobi clears his throat. "I hope this room will be satisfactory until we can find you something more appropriate. You shouldn't be bothered here while you're resting." He knows Garth'zel hasn't seen it, and that maybe he won't, but he's banking on the Sith sensing the neutrality of the provided space.
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Excepting during the skirmishing before the war was officially reopened and then after it started back up again, obviously. Not really any way to avoid that completely.
Garth'zel stretches out with his senses to gain an idea of the room's dimensions before nodding. "It will be fine. I rather imagine the Jedi Council is going to want to talk to me at some point. Just give me a little advance warning first so I don't have them sprung on me, hmm?"
No one likes having the Jedi Council staring judgingly at them without warning.
He passes into the room after that, picking a good spot to sit where he'll be facing the door, legs folded under him and letting the neutrality of the room soak in. "I'll see you in a few hours," he says, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing as he works on slipping back into the healing trance that had been interrupted earlier. He can sort through things later after he's physically recovered and has had time to let his emotions become slightly less raw.