Pressure had a sneaky way of building up, especially when it was tucked behind carefully constructed walls. Walls that often felt ancient, whether they had been built over years, decades, centuries or even millennia.
The mission had delivered more than its fair share of challenges, and during the actual mission actions there hadn't been time to process emotional responses to those challenges. The ones directly in front of them, and those suffered by others. Deliberate focus, careful compartmentalization and focus had been paramount in order to execute the mission objectives and survive the effort.
A veteran of war, as well as numerous missions that involved a wide range of dangers, Obi-Wan was aware of the energy that felt like electricity beneath his skin. It was part adrenaline dump, part endorphin rush that came with the recognition that one was still alive; part guilt for having survived where others either hadn't, or had been injured.
In his experience, the latter often expressed itself in one of two ways; mania or depression. As a Jedi he was trained in how to release either emotion to the Force, and believed he had done so before he came to Command Central.
However, as the itch continued to ride him, he suspected he was trying to release emotions that were not entirely his own.
Reconnected to the Force as he was now, there could be a couple of culprits for the emotional bled through. Obi-Wan's awareness of his own Force signature, combined with his strong Force shielding suggested that to be so affected, the source was somehow closer than merely another Force user. It was the sort of bled he could have possibly experienced from Anakin, or Qui-Gon; men with whom he'd shared a deeper Force bond. Since Qui-Gon's Force ghost had not appeared to make the trip to the Broken World, and he didn't see Vader, Obi-Wan dismissed those potential sources.
Which left, one individual.
Externally it was hard to get an accurate read on the Doctor. The Timelord was a master of misrepresenting his emotions, or misdirecting someone from gaining a truthful read of his emotional state. Obi-Wan was no exception, despite the strength of their tether. Respect and politeness meant the Jedi did his best not to intrude, which absolutely was different than meddling.
Their hosts had gone to a great deal of effort to put on this feast and Obi-Wan genuinely had no desire to be disrespectful of their generosity, which is why he would do his best to be discreet. But sometimes, the steam valve had to be hit.
Which was why a green bean, dripping with cream sauce, lifted up from the plate in front of the Timelord, and attempted to smack him right between tightly furrowed eyebrows. ]
A Fine Meal
Pressure had a sneaky way of building up, especially when it was tucked behind carefully constructed walls. Walls that often felt ancient, whether they had been built over years, decades, centuries or even millennia.
The mission had delivered more than its fair share of challenges, and during the actual mission actions there hadn't been time to process emotional responses to those challenges. The ones directly in front of them, and those suffered by others. Deliberate focus, careful compartmentalization and focus had been paramount in order to execute the mission objectives and survive the effort.
A veteran of war, as well as numerous missions that involved a wide range of dangers, Obi-Wan was aware of the energy that felt like electricity beneath his skin. It was part adrenaline dump, part endorphin rush that came with the recognition that one was still alive; part guilt for having survived where others either hadn't, or had been injured.
In his experience, the latter often expressed itself in one of two ways; mania or depression. As a Jedi he was trained in how to release either emotion to the Force, and believed he had done so before he came to Command Central.
However, as the itch continued to ride him, he suspected he was trying to release emotions that were not entirely his own.
Reconnected to the Force as he was now, there could be a couple of culprits for the emotional bled through. Obi-Wan's awareness of his own Force signature, combined with his strong Force shielding suggested that to be so affected, the source was somehow closer than merely another Force user. It was the sort of bled he could have possibly experienced from Anakin, or Qui-Gon; men with whom he'd shared a deeper Force bond. Since Qui-Gon's Force ghost had not appeared to make the trip to the Broken World, and he didn't see Vader, Obi-Wan dismissed those potential sources.
Which left, one individual.
Externally it was hard to get an accurate read on the Doctor. The Timelord was a master of misrepresenting his emotions, or misdirecting someone from gaining a truthful read of his emotional state. Obi-Wan was no exception, despite the strength of their tether. Respect and politeness meant the Jedi did his best not to intrude, which absolutely was different than meddling.
Their hosts had gone to a great deal of effort to put on this feast and Obi-Wan genuinely had no desire to be disrespectful of their generosity, which is why he would do his best to be discreet. But sometimes, the steam valve had to be hit.
Which was why a green bean, dripping with cream sauce, lifted up from the plate in front of the Timelord, and attempted to smack him right between tightly furrowed eyebrows. ]