He's seen that look before, on a young Togruta's face in the midst of a war a child shouldn't have been involved in, and it claws at his heart, wrenching and tearing. He's almost certain some of it shows on his face, it catches him so off-guard. He never thought he'd miss the war, but here he stands now, awash in memory and grief, wishing for that camaraderie once more.
Obi-Wan tucks the canteen back into the saddle, then scratches the beast's neck as Ezra turns his attention to her. "She's strong," he says, though he knows it's not him that Ezra will be listening to.
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Date: 2023-06-27 03:48 am (UTC)Obi-Wan tucks the canteen back into the saddle, then scratches the beast's neck as Ezra turns his attention to her. "She's strong," he says, though he knows it's not him that Ezra will be listening to.