"A meditation room," he says, voice as quiet as Garth'zel's. He has no interest in making things more difficult — the journey ahead of this man is certain to be an unfortunate one after all this time — but he does feel that keeping that separation is a good thing for now. Let him have time to come to terms, and time to see again.
It's going to take some time on his part, too, but Obi-Wan finds he can't quite wash his hands of this, even if it's already once been suggested that he's not needed for things to move forward.
He steps farther into the room and leaves the doorway open. "I trust you'll be fine walking next to me. I don't want to lead you unless you need the help." He feels that's an adequate trade off, a sense of respect he doesn't need to offer, but does.
He considers that for a moment before nodding, it taking an effort to get up. Once he's up, his eyes are closed as he regains his equilibrium and he stretches out with his senses to help keep track of where things and people are in order to make sure he doesn't run into anything or anyone before starting forwards.
"Something tells me that maybe I should have had a chat with a Miraluka at some point about how they use the Force to see," he says slightly dryly as he walks through the doorway, very aware of where things were. In some ways, even better than if he could actually see, although he'd rather have the use of his eyes back.
Obi-Wan follows along, hands clasps together behind his straight back, eyes fixed ahead more often than not. He's had his share of carbon blindness, although he's always been fortunate to quickly bounce back from such things.
"There's a wealth of information to draw upon. Although, I suspect you won't need it, it's hard to imagine anyone saying too much knowledge is a bad thing." And yet there are plenty who do. "Perhaps you'll use it in another time and place."
Kenobi prefers to be well informed, although he does draw a line at being too well informed of the Dark Side of the Force. Mace may feel comfortable dancing with that danger, but as far as Obi-Wan's concerned, he'll give that enemy no quarter within himself.
Obi-Wan's also managed to not be in carbonite for three thousand years. Hardly a fair comparison.
"I would prefer not to need this particular knowledge again," Garth'zel says just a touch wryly before pausing, head slightly tilted in a listening pose as he senses something in a room they were starting to pass. A faint sense of his, Satele's, and Marr's power all in one place. Which tells him exactly what the object he's picking up on is.
He immediately turns, hand going for the button to open the door, causing a handful of padawans sorting through the things also found in the freighter to look over at him. Including the one who was about to no longer be holding the object she was examining.
"I believe that is mine," he says mildly, stretching out a hand and calling his lightsaber to it, hooking it on his belt after it smacks into his hand. Having it makes him feel better. Not entirely, given circumstances, but at least he has this piece of Marr and Satele back.
Obi-Wan's expression quickly tells the Padawans not to worry — he has enough control here that the Force isn't heralding danger. They seem to settle, but not fully as they clamber to the door to watch the retreating figures.
"Others are apt to be anxious about that," the Jedi Master remarks, but that's really all he says on the subject. Even without the complications that make Garth'zel's presence unsettling, a stranger traipsing around with their weapon isn't ever particularly welcome.
"If you could tell me more about where you came from, I think that would help in facilitating your... eventual release. Of course, I say release, but you're not quite a prisoner here, are you? More a subject of observation." Surely he understands why.
Garth'zel smiles thinly, hearing the unsaid. "You may want to remind your Council that having spent millennia in one prison, I'll be rather, shall we say, unenthusiastic about being put in another."
Best not to try it, if they don't want to see what he can do if he feels the need to defend himself. Right, time to move on.
"I suppose you wouldn't recognize my accent as belonging to someone from the Sith Empire. Not with as long as its been. I'm sure it's probably changed by now." While he can't see, he does his best to at least mimic his habit of giving people sidelong looks at certain points. "I've managed to get along fine with Satele during the times we've met. For the record. Even fought alongside her once when a certain ancestor of hers was causing problems."
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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Date: 2017-04-02 05:48 pm (UTC)From:It's going to take some time on his part, too, but Obi-Wan finds he can't quite wash his hands of this, even if it's already once been suggested that he's not needed for things to move forward.
He steps farther into the room and leaves the doorway open. "I trust you'll be fine walking next to me. I don't want to lead you unless you need the help." He feels that's an adequate trade off, a sense of respect he doesn't need to offer, but does.
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Date: 2017-04-02 06:19 pm (UTC)From:"Something tells me that maybe I should have had a chat with a Miraluka at some point about how they use the Force to see," he says slightly dryly as he walks through the doorway, very aware of where things were. In some ways, even better than if he could actually see, although he'd rather have the use of his eyes back.
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Date: 2017-05-03 02:17 am (UTC)From:"There's a wealth of information to draw upon. Although, I suspect you won't need it, it's hard to imagine anyone saying too much knowledge is a bad thing." And yet there are plenty who do. "Perhaps you'll use it in another time and place."
Kenobi prefers to be well informed, although he does draw a line at being too well informed of the Dark Side of the Force. Mace may feel comfortable dancing with that danger, but as far as Obi-Wan's concerned, he'll give that enemy no quarter within himself.
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Date: 2017-05-03 02:30 am (UTC)From:"I would prefer not to need this particular knowledge again," Garth'zel says just a touch wryly before pausing, head slightly tilted in a listening pose as he senses something in a room they were starting to pass. A faint sense of his, Satele's, and Marr's power all in one place. Which tells him exactly what the object he's picking up on is.
He immediately turns, hand going for the button to open the door, causing a handful of padawans sorting through the things also found in the freighter to look over at him. Including the one who was about to no longer be holding the object she was examining.
"I believe that is mine," he says mildly, stretching out a hand and calling his lightsaber to it, hooking it on his belt after it smacks into his hand. Having it makes him feel better. Not entirely, given circumstances, but at least he has this piece of Marr and Satele back.
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Date: 2017-05-03 04:06 am (UTC)From:"Others are apt to be anxious about that," the Jedi Master remarks, but that's really all he says on the subject. Even without the complications that make Garth'zel's presence unsettling, a stranger traipsing around with their weapon isn't ever particularly welcome.
"If you could tell me more about where you came from, I think that would help in facilitating your... eventual release. Of course, I say release, but you're not quite a prisoner here, are you? More a subject of observation." Surely he understands why.
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Date: 2017-05-03 04:16 am (UTC)From:Best not to try it, if they don't want to see what he can do if he feels the need to defend himself. Right, time to move on.
"I suppose you wouldn't recognize my accent as belonging to someone from the Sith Empire. Not with as long as its been. I'm sure it's probably changed by now." While he can't see, he does his best to at least mimic his habit of giving people sidelong looks at certain points. "I've managed to get along fine with Satele during the times we've met. For the record. Even fought alongside her once when a certain ancestor of hers was causing problems."
Said ancestor being Revan.
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Date: 2017-06-26 03:56 am (UTC)From:"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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Date: 2017-06-26 04:07 am (UTC)From: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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Date: 2017-06-27 03:19 am (UTC)From:"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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Date: 2017-06-27 03:46 am (UTC)From: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.