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The Sensoriums were meant as a place to get away. To hide from the world and find somewhere else to be. But Obi-Wan didn't need elsewhere so much as anywhere.

Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere still.

So, the inside of the Sensorium is a simple cave system, a curving, undulating, twisting tunnel that continues for an implausibly long time, lined with luminescent crystals. And at the end of that tunnel an enormous, glittering crystal-rimmed chamber and Obi-Wan Kenobi on a dais, in deep meditation. It wasn't the Jedi crystal caves, because that nostalgic pain would have distracted him. It was...an approximation. Not the same, but similar enough to be restful.

With great care, Obi-Wan raised both hands, and the lightsaber before him rose with it, as smooth and perfect as if on rails. Slow click and twist, it came apart to it's component pieces, all save the crystal itself, and hung there. Realigning that key portion would take a lot of work, and Obi-Wan did not wish to be caught unarmed if he needed it before the end of this long, crucial lesson in patience.

Sensing another presence, he opened his eyes. Ben did not smile, but neither did he frown. Without moving, it was as if he beckoned.

"This," He murmured, for somehow this place demanded reverent quiet by it's very presence, "Is a Lightsaber's construction."

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"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi," He replied simply, "And I thought I'd do a little maintenance on my weapon, after the last battle."

He smiled and gave Kazuya a nod, a sketchy form of the more formal bow, recognizing the other's own prowess, "After all, 'your weapon is your life,' as I've always said."

"I prefer to rely on my fists rather than a weapon that is capable of malfunctions. But, that is simply personal preference. Regardless... what exactly is a Jedi?"

Kazuya had never heard the term, and he couldn't help but be hopeful that this man was in some way similar to himself. Any insight into the Devil Gene he carried would be helpful in ending the Mishima's cursed blood.

"A Jedi is someone who uses the force according to the teachings of the Jedi Order," Obi-Wan explained mildly, then held up his hand. He knew that would mean nothing with out an explanation, "The Force is the energy of the world. Those sensitive to it can manipulate it. Sense it. It lives through us and in us, and in everything."

Kazuya arched an eyebrow, small sparks collecting around his fists momentarily as he listened to the explanation. "Hmm... Ki, in other words..."

However, the talk of a 'Jedi Order' sounded too much like a religion for his tastes. He never really did like religions. Then again, his Devil Gene and most religions' stance on demons didn't really mesh.