[Obi-Wan had indeed gone home, filled with emotions he didn't want, but had nonetheless. Sitting himself down in his bedroom, where he hoped to have some privacy, the man practically wilted in his grief. The mushrooms being the result of that.
He was then almost startled as Ahsoka's voice reached out to him. And yet it was familiar and comforting. Thus he accepted opening a channel to her, but was unable to hold back the flood of grief.]
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He was then almost startled as Ahsoka's voice reached out to him. And yet it was familiar and comforting. Thus he accepted opening a channel to her, but was unable to hold back the flood of grief.]
Ahsoka... I...
...
No, I'm afraid not.