He had to smile at the thought; it warmed his heart. The components drifted smoothly together above his future former-student's head, smoothly merging until not a seam could be found on the body of the weapon. Once the Force-Welding had taken him days, but this Lightsaber was well-worn and it's edges used to being molded under Obi-Wan's will. It was attuned to him.

"Your father," he began, unfolding a leg to sit more comfortably, "Has had no less than seven. He keeps destroying, or losing them— I have no idea how. I've had this Lightsaber since I became a Jedi Knight. What about you?"