Obi-Wan remained where he was even after feeling Anakin's presence. It was not until his former Padawan spoke that Obi-Wan drew himself to a stand, lightly wiping off some of the dirt from his cloak.
"Would you have preferred a council of friends and family? A jury of strangers, perhaps?"
Obi-Wan crossed his arms beneath his robes.
"I thought it would be better this way."
And then he looked at Anakin for the first time. Obi-Wan's face was almost sad in expression. Or was it more nostalgic? The boy was older. No longer a boy, he supposed, though he would always see him partly as one. As a Master to a Padawan, he would respect that Anakin was an adult. But that didn't mean he didn't still have something to learn. They were always learning, after all. And therefore, in a sense, always children.
He wished that he could say it was good to see Anakin, but he wasn't sure. If anything, he felt more perplexed by his feelings now than he had before. Obi-Wan inhaled a deep breath through his nose to ease some of those anxieties he'd felt earlier. He hoped he hadn't lost his confidence or his will to survive this conversation.