Obi-Wan's eyebrows took a brief scenic vacation to his hairline at Mara's half-snarled snapping. For a moment he felt completely superfluous. Unwanted, unneeded, without directive or authority, the bottom had fallen out of the conversation entirely. It made him pause, missing a step and trailing behind while he struggled to find again that willful suspension of horror that let Obi-Wan maintain the calmness in this utterly inescapable nightmare of a reality. It was only a wobble, but it rocked him off balance, and he knew he leaked it, if only for a moment, if only to Luke who seemed so well attuned.

Then he followed them, frowning but without comment. What a mess.