[ Friends. Obi-Wan stiffens, despite himself. That is not a casual title he tosses out for anyone. His circle has always been small. Personal. A Jedi may cultivate acquaintances, form a network to continue the work. But friendship speaks volumes to them. He briefly closes his eyes. Pain, raw, unencumbered filtered through. There is no lie here. ]
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Whoever that man was . . . we are not the same.