Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
It should have been so easy, to let Loras walk away. He'd pricked him one time too many, literally drawing blood on a few occasions. Who were either of them fooling?
But it wasn't easy. As Loras took that first step back, he felt the acute stab of loss, of something slipping through his fingers: like a castle of sand, long labored over, and impossible to carry away from its foundation. Obi-Wan knew that if he walked out the front door, he could not take this with him.
He lifted his fingers ever so slightly, and without touching Loras, placed a force on his shoulder very much like that of a hand. He used it to keep his friend from taking another step, held him while he needed to be heard.
"How much would it explain," he said. "If I told you that at night, I dream that I'm the real Obi-Wan Kenobi?"