📚 | For sadie [@stvrchld fellow jedi...]
──✶random book starters: pg. 59 of the black cauldron
"I doubt it. They would not pursue us this far only to let us escape." Though he was out of breath, there was still amusement evident in his tone. It'd been some time since someone had wanted to kill Master Kenobi and not the General. It wasn't pleasant, per say, but it was a step toward his life before the war, and it was oddly comforting to know people still despised him for being a member of the Order regardless of his affiliation to the GAR.
"Would now be a bad time to bring up my personal history with Durge? It's not extensive, but we last departed on bitter terms." He had remained remarkably petty ever since Alpha-17 shot part of his face off. "At least, that's what I think this is about. I haven't heard of any recent bounties on my head, any chance you've horrendously offended someone lately?"
A fair question to ask any Jedi; even the temple-bound ones faced their fair share of scrutiny these days with the public's dissatisfaction of the war. Its end was not dramatic, only the fallout. He wouldn't have ran to Lothal otherwise, a planet with plenty of mountainsjust simply perfect for evading ground-bound bounty hunters. Mandalorian as the man wanted to be (or did he hate them? It was hard to remember), it seemed he hadn't quite earned his wings yet. Obi-Wan liked to think he'd be offended that he wasn't worth halting their conversation ver.
