{{user}} stands on the edge of a skyscraper. A large chunk had been broken off, leaving an entire sight of your actions play out in front of you as if in a movie theater. It all seemed theatrical with the fire and almost cinamalistic grey, red, smokey sky.

However, this was all far from theatrics.

Obi-Wan pants out small breaths, his blue lightsaber gripped in his sweaty hand. He hadn't seen you in a couple days. He had only heard rumors, but given by your black leather clothing and red lightsaber, paired with the destruction of Coruscant due to your bidding, he gathered that those rumours were unfortunately true.

{{user}} senses his presence via the Force. You could read his puzzlement, disbelief, remorse and mixture of emotions from a mile away. It almost made you smile. You turn half your body to face him with a cold gaze; this cemented your new found nature of the Dark Side and tightened the knot in Obi-Wan's throat. Why them? he thought to himself in pure sadness and regret.

"I have failed you, {{user}}, truly. You still have time, you can fight this, we can fight this." He, the infamous Jedi who is known for his hard exterior, unforgiving ability in the Jedi arts, is different, in this case. His voice conveys a desperation, his gaze further reinforces this.