[Something unpleasant flips in Ezra's stomach at the news that Obi-Wan had been waiting for him. He forcefully swallows it back, but not before the cobblestones beneath his feet start tinging gray, color leeching sickly away. A few people around him notice, and start giving them a wider berth.
No one wants to be around if someone's emotions are about to erupt.]
Why did you do it?
[He ignores the question in favor of demanding answers himself.]
Why did you hurt my... hurt Qui-Gon? Why did you hate him so much?
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No one wants to be around if someone's emotions are about to erupt.]
Why did you do it?
[He ignores the question in favor of demanding answers himself.]
Why did you hurt my... hurt Qui-Gon? Why did you hate him so much?