“Not even the younglings survived,” he murmured in a broken voice. His mind reliving the whole event, though his feelings were spiraling out of control. The master having lost himself to the panic attack he was experiencing.
However, as Grogu placed his hand on his chest and focused that feeling of peace and calm, it seemed to work. Obi-Wan breathed in deeply as it penetrated his mind and snapped him out of it. His face was pale and a cold sweat had broken out, but he began to take slow, even breaths. Closing his eyes, he focused on that peace. Realizing what was happening and acknowledging his painful memories. As well as the grief and horror at everything he had seen.
After a few moments he came to terms and released those emotions into the Force. Freeing himself of the episode that had so suddenly taken hold. “Thank you, little one,” he said softly. Knowing full well it had been Grogu who had pulled him back.
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However, as Grogu placed his hand on his chest and focused that feeling of peace and calm, it seemed to work. Obi-Wan breathed in deeply as it penetrated his mind and snapped him out of it. His face was pale and a cold sweat had broken out, but he began to take slow, even breaths. Closing his eyes, he focused on that peace. Realizing what was happening and acknowledging his painful memories. As well as the grief and horror at everything he had seen.
After a few moments he came to terms and released those emotions into the Force. Freeing himself of the episode that had so suddenly taken hold. “Thank you, little one,” he said softly. Knowing full well it had been Grogu who had pulled him back.