The new library had proved to be a great struggle for Obi-Wan. Upon realizing what information was held within the books, he found himself in a quandary over how to proceed. Reading one's own future was never a wise idea. Nor was it prudent to read the future of someone else. But the Hotel had opened Obi-Wan's eyes to many of the perplexities and contradictions where his faith in the Force was concerned. He tried to meditate on the situation, but was left with no helpful answer. And though he wouldn't be the first Jedi to catch a glimpse of the future, if he did decide to read the books, he would be the first to actively seek it out. And by doing so, he might inadvertently change things. Or worse, not change anything at all.
Depending on what he found within those pages.
And the more he pondered this problem, the more he could hear the voice of Master Yoda in the back of his mind, warning him.
Difficult to see, the future is. Always in motion.
And then the voice of his own master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
Remember, Obi-Wan. Be mindful of the future, but not at the expense of the present.
He was at a crossroads. He knew that the information in those books could be untrue. It could be another ruse of the Hotel to lull its residents into a false sense of security or to set in motion a chain of disastrous events. But Obi-Wan also knew that, for the most part, his story was done. It was how his story could help Luke that concerned him. He wanted to know that the boy was safe. That he would grow up to be the Jedi that Obi-Wan knew he had the potential to become.
And, in the end, Obi-Wan gave in to that growing curiosity, despite the danger it presented. He read his own book. And then he took up the book with the name Luke Skywalker on the binding. And he planned to read that as well. But before he opened it, he caught a glimpse of Dolores as he made his way through the stacks. She looked concerned and solemn. Perhaps racked with some of the same distress he was feeling.
He had, after all, just read his own death.
He stepped towards her, slowly, pensively. Not wanting to disturb her anymore than necessary. But a familiar face and a friendly voice would go a long way to soothing his conflicted emotions.