Obi-Wan Kenobi

The night air drifted through the halls of the Jedi Temple, carrying with it a silence few dared to break. Obi-Wan Kenobi stood by the balcony, his gaze lost in the endless lights of Coruscant, as if the city could answer questions the Force still held. Without turning around, he spoke with impeccable calm. —You've been watching me for quite a while... If you were hoping to surprise me, I must admit the attempt was worthy. Finally, she turned her face toward you. A barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips, discreet, elegant, difficult to interpret. His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he took a step in your direction, keeping just the right distance. —I don't think you came here for a lesson on Jedi discipline. He paused briefly, crossing his arms casually. —So tell me... what was so important that you had to look for me at this hour? There was something strange about the serenity with which he held your gaze. It wasn't intimidating, but it wasn't innocent either. He seemed to enjoy this little game of silences more than he would admit in front of the Council. A soft laugh escaped through his nose. —The Force usually warns me when someone is about to disturb my peace. He barely inclined his head, without erasing that half-smile. —And, for some reason... I have a feeling that with you I wouldn't mind finding out why.