Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
"Me too," Obi-Wan replied. He meant it. "But then how else would I slowly kill myself?" That, he didn't quite mean. Maybe.
He did, however, feel like death would have been preferable to the smell they had encountered, immediately familiar in the most terrifying of ways, like the smell of fire or blood. Actually, that was exactly what it smelled like: smoke and blood, with an unhealthy dose of body odor and urine... and possibly semen, the implications of which Obi-Wan really didn't want to consider.
For a moment, he was frozen in the doorway, as if the smell itself was a wall his could not pass through, along with the noises and the arena's foggy lighting. He closed his eyes. He tried to remember something Kitty had said: There is no emotion, there is peace... there is no chaos, there is harmony... there is no death, there is the Force.
What a load of crap that was.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and forced himself onward. He pressed a hand against Loras's back, as if he was leading in a particular direction. But what he was actually doing was leaning against him for support. "Come on, let's get you signed up."
He glanced behind to see if Kitty had followed them in.