"And so Snips took this massive boulder and just kriffing yeeted it at the speeder, and guess what?"
A beat passed. Anakin's eyebrows slowly drew together as he stared down at Obi-Wan, waiting for the other man to respond.
"Obi-Wan?"
His master blinked once, twice, then turned an inquisitive look to Anakin.
"I'm sorry," he said easily. "What did you say? I got a bit distracted."
/You've been doing that a lot lately.../
"Oh, um, just that Ahsoka did a really good job on our mission. I'm proud of her."
Obi-Wan offered his prize-winning smile, which made Anakin relax a bit.
"I'm glad, Anakin. I knew you'd be a fantastic master."
The Knight chuckled and blushed.
"All thanks to your training, Master."
Obi-Wan's smile waned.
"Anakin, you've far surpassed my training. You've grown so much since the war began."
Anakin's heart constricted painfully at the praise, so rarely given but cherished infinitely much. But... there was one thing that bothered him about that statement.
"Obi-Wan, you sound like you're doubting yourself, but I wouldn't even be here without you. I would have died a long time ago, or worse, still been stuck on Tatooine."
Obi-Wan's polite smile remained, though the doubt in his eyes was evident. Within seconds, however, the doubt had disappeared and Obi-Wan's pomp and circumstance was back in full swing. He changed the subject with all the grace of a politician and busied himself in the kitchen. Anakin stared after him, asking himself the same question he's been asking for years: why is his master the only Jedi whose Force signature shifts? And why does it always seem to happen when his mood changes?
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I'm (Not) Broken
FanfictionObi-Wan Kenobi is a strong man with a strong mind. He also has a big, /big/ secret. You see, he's not as strong as everyone thinks. The spreading cracks in his mental shields are proof enough of that. If the world ever found out, it could ruin... ev...
