#just another rendering practice I made hehehe

[kyurochurro]

ROL!!! Always loved the marvel v capcom art so I decided to draw her based off her render :D

[noctilin]

Hi Jez!! First of all, I would like to say that I LOVE your art so much! I've been following you since the days you were obsessed with AkiHam and made me buy P3P just to play with her, hehehe~ Your art is so inspirational!! Could you explain a little bit more about the underpainting process on digital, please? Do you lower the opacity on the flat colors and after that you merge it so it gets a bit of the underpainting color? Or is it another way to do it? I get the idea on traditional painting but I can't get it right on digital for some reason T___T

hi! thank you for the kind words and continuous support!! 😭

to achieve the best results with underpaintings, i would suggest a semi-transparent brush and slowly build up color from there! like so:

before anything else, when painting digitally, it's good to remember this: pigments mix naturally in almost all traditional mediums! but this doesn't happen as nicely on digital because instead of pigments mixing, the colors simply overlap one another. this is one of the reasons why it's easy for digital paintings to lose vibrancy and look muddy.

so you will have to manually pick colors to retain its vibrancy while you build up your colors while rendering. a quick way to alleviate this is to eyedrop the middle point of the two colors and ramp up the saturation and hue

but this also has its own fallbacks as you might lose color value (also important to make your paintings retain vibrancy) if you're not careful! doing it this way is frequently inaccurate as well, so use sparingly! i encourage you to try and manually pick the in-between color instead as it also helps you practice your color intuition.

i'm telling you this because you will most likely run into this problem of your colors gradually looking blander as you keep layering your colors over the other if you don't adjust them as you go.

as for my process itself, what i tend to do is lay down my local colors in the bare minimum, just so i get a general sense of what they are in my paintings. this way the underpainting still seeps through more naturally. look at this, this is pretty much the "flat color" i laid down

after this i lay down a rough sense of the shadows i want, merge it into a new layer and start rendering from there. i personally try not to overrender it because like i said earlier, the more i layer the colors the muddier it gets and i don't want to cover up the range of colors i've made by eyedropping.

hopefully, you get the idea!

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (38/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, arguing and being kinda mean, oh also blaster wounds and more jealous!obi

Summary: The bombing on the temple is to be investigated, but first, you are to be reprimanded by the council yet again.

A/n: HEHEHE welcome to the show my dudes this episode is pain

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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"I can't believe this," you stormed into the apartment, your Master trailing behind you ever so quietly unsure if he should even try and calm you in your fit of rage. "They can't do this to me, they have no right."

"I understand how you feel," he tried to take your side, to defend you even, but that was the whole point in this matter. You didn't want him to.

"No, you don't," you picked up a pillow and pounded your fist into it like a child, needing some odd way to express your anger without taking it out on the one person who would justify your case. "As long as I can remember, you've been the council's perfect poster boy. Every little thing you did was seen as an act of bravery, something to be praised over."

You dropped the pillow to the ground, kicking it into the wall before pulling it back to you and repeating the cycle of violence. The poor pillow, once fluffy and comfortable, would be flattened to a pulp by the end of this.

"Everything I do is seen as some sort of sabotage to the order. I've devoted my entire life to serving the republic, to serving alongside the Jedi. I can't help but feel like if I left, they would celebrate," you knew that was a bit of a stretch, after all, who would they leave the dirty grimy work to if you were gone. "I try to listen in on one conversation, and they ban me from the investigation?"

"Spying on private council affairs is grounds for expulsion, I can't-"

"You think I was spying? Obi-Wan, there were twenty other people sitting side by side with me, hoping to get information about what happened to their home, to our home. There was a bombing on the place that we live, and train, and learn. We were left in the dark while the council deliberated for hours, and we wanted to know what to do, what was going to happen."

"I know that, and I don't blame you for trying," he knew you were in a rather fragile mood, and being the wise all-knowing Jedi that he was, he kept talking. "I did try to defend you from the council."

"That's another thing! I don't need you protecting me all the time. It makes me look like I can't handle myself. It makes me looks weak without you, and I hate it," you gave one final shove of the pillow to wear it fell back onto the couch, completely worm out, and rendered practically useless. "I don't need it, Obi-Wan... I don't always need you."

His heart was more delicate than he'd like to admit. You were his everything, the light in his life, the reason he got up every morning instead of just lying-in bed and wondering why he worked so tirelessly for an order he earned nothing from but rank, in which came more work... blood, sweat, and tears. His heart was breaking to hear you say you didn't need him. It was true, you didn't. You could want him and love him for all time, but you didn't need him, not like he needed you. He relied on the joy you brought him daily, even in the softest, most insignificant moments, you could bring a smile to his face. You didn't need him.

He fell into a sit on the couch and ducked his head down to hide the fact that tears were coming to his eyes. He wasn't an overly sensitive person, but he'd entrusted you with his heart, and without thinking, you ripped it out and threw it on the ground. It was an accident; words were flying everywhere, and he knew you would probably feel bad about it later... but that didn't make the words any less true.

"I just want to protect you," he let out, and you heard it in his voice, the way you'd made him feel. He had been nothing but good to you for the entirely of your life, never once being cruel or even harsh in the way he addressed you. He'd never done anything but show you that you were important, despite what the council said, and despite the reputation they gave you. He always made you feel as though you had a place, that you truly mattered... but now you've gone and said something to hurt him deeply.

"I'm sorry," you slowly approached him, hoping that perhaps he'd even accept your apology. He loves you; he won't hold this as a grudge, but it will stay in his mind as a sorrowful reminder. You stopped when you were right in front of him, letting the top of his head rest against your stomach. You laced a hand through his hair and heaved a sigh. "I know you mean well, you always have. You've always been good to me."

He didn't lift his head, still trying to conceal the fact that he was on the verge of crying, but he repeated the phrase again, willing that you hear it and understand it fully.

"I just want to protect you."

"I know," you replied, hearing the crack in his voice hurt you, because it told you that you'd hurt him first. "I love you, Obi."

"But you don't need me..." he shook his head against your abdomen, ready to get up and leave so that you both could have time to reflect. He was hurting and didn't want to say anything that would turn the tables around. He wouldn't do that anyway, he had far too much control in himself to ever say something to you that would hurt you so deeply. This had been your first real argument since your secret relationship - whatever you want to call it- started.

"I do need you," you crouched down on your knees before him, lifting his face to see the wetness in his eyes that he'd tried so hard to blink away to no avail of success. "I also need to start fighting my own battles."

He understood now, although still thinking about the cold facts, even if you told him, you needed him by your side every day, the fact would remain that you would be fine without him. If he'd never been your master, you'd still be just as strong, just as wise, just as beautiful.... He wanted you to understand why he always fought so valiantly for you, because you were worth fighting for.

"I promise you I'll try to let you, but I can't stand to see them be so cruel to you."

You leaned in, kissing his forehead like he always did for you, and rested your own there afterward.

"I've gotten used to it. I don't strive to make them proud anymore, only you," you felt yourself being pulled from the ground, being tugged gently into a warm embrace. You sat atop his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, head tucked into his shoulder, and breathed him in. This man, you decided, will be the death of me. It was true, and you knew it to be. And I will let him.

He held you there as long as you could stay, but the fact of the matter was, it wouldn't be long. You'd been placed on assignment again with the Padawan boy Mak Lotor, and though Obi-Wan hated the time spent with him, he knew that it was all worth it, at the end of every day or every week, coming home and finding you asleep in his bed, waiting for him to hold you close the whole night through. He knew it was worth it, to know you'd awake the next morning beside him, and kiss him sleepily and give him the motivation to go on about his day.

"I have to go soon, I'm leaving for Alderaan before sundown."

He knew you had to, and he himself also had a new mission to attend to, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. It took all the self-control he had to pull his arms back to his sides, and to let you move off of him to stand again.

He knew it was time to let the order be the main priority, to let the mission be number one, but he wouldn't put anything on pause without showing you a bit of affection that he'd become so accustomed to. He grabbed your hand and stood up beside you, taking your face in his other palm and kissing you gently. It was over in a second, but it would sustain him, at least until he saw you again.

-

You'd been sitting in the hull of the transport for about two hours before Mak showed up, descending from the cockpit with a yawn. It made you feel better to know you weren't the only one who was tired. It's been a long day, and a rather stressful one, you'd add.

"Glad to see you're still awake," he commented, dropping down into the seat next to you with a huff of exhaustion.

"Well, I've had a lot to think about."

You didn't elaborate, but he somehow knew exactly what you meant. It wasn't hard to figure when practically half the temple had been there when you were reprimanded inside the council room. He found it horribly unfair how they treated you, especially with all the special treatment they gave so many others.

"I'm sorry about the investigation," he commented, tilting his head to the side to look at you easier. He was far too tall to sit next to. "It wasn't right of them to ban you."

"Don't worry about it, the council and I have an estranged history, this is just one more crack in the glass."

He furrowed his eyebrows at your response. You acted now as if it didn't bother you, as if you were used to it, but the analogy you had used was a dead giveaway that it wasn't just mud under the bridge.

"With too many cracks, glass can shatter."

How profound of him, how wise, and yet, how presumptuous. You weren't worried about breaking, you weren't worried at all, just sick of the treatment, feeling it to be harsh and with much unneeded Judgment. You dropped your head to face your hands, resting in your lap peacefully, unlike this morning. You raised a brow at his words, thinking perhaps he was far more insightful than he realized.

"I don't want to bring it back up, or make you uncomfortable," he paused, and already you could tell this was not going to be an easy conversation. You heard the words before he'd even spoken them, "What happened in there?"

Well, what didn't happen in there... you recalled the events from the earlier hours, remembering what it was like to walk into the room, to be treated like a criminal on trial, and to have the doors closed again behind you, very abruptly. You stood in the middle of the room; hands held behind your back as your feet were placed shoulder with the part. Standing at attention was always expected of you when facing the council.

You didn't dare look around the room, at anyone or anything, in fears of being scrutinized to death. You could feel Obi-Wan's signature brushing against yours, to try and place a guard around you, although not physical. He knew you were only acting on behalf of everyone outside when you tried to enter the room with your mind. He knew that the Jedi among you must have been anxious to know what happened, and what they knew. He didn't blame you, nor did he blame anyone else... but the other council members; they were not as easily forgiving, nor did they take even this slight intrusion lightly.

"You know why you're here," Mace began, sitting back down in his chair and drawing your attention. You were terrified, and Obi-Wan saw in Master Windu's facial expression that he nearly found enjoyment in your fear of him. He knew that Mace liked to be revered, but that seemed far more than reverence to him.

"I apologize for my insolence; I understand that what I was doing is wrong," you didn't waste any time in admitting it, you knew that if you denied it the punishment would be far greater.

"Your apology does not excuse the actions you have committed. The punishment for taking information from a private council affair without permission is expulsion," Master Mundi said, and your eyes widened in fear. You were going to be expelled? This was outrageous.

"Hold on just a moment, I sense she had well enough reasoning. She knows better than to go against the law of the Jedi order, there must have been something that caused her actions," Obi-Wan intervened, unwilling to let them dispose of you after everything you've done for them. He was on the council, he sat and made decisions that he thought were justified on the daily, and most often times it was all agreed upon, except when it came to you.

"Hear her side of the story, we must," Master Yoda always played both sides, not because it benefitted him, but because it benefitted the order. Jedi being pitted against one another was not the way of the lawful force. Peace and harmony were what Yoda always strived towards.

All eyes were on you, now. What you said here was going to determine what should happen to you.

"There have been many of us waiting, we weren't sure what to do. I had hoped to ease their minds with whatever I could find out," it seemed worse than it actually was, and of course in the eyes of the council, that was intensified by one hundred. "I did not mean to intrude on private affairs, I just wanted to know what was going on."

The room was silent, until Yoda spoke up again. His voice mattered the most on this council, for he'd been a part of it longer than any living member. It was often too bad that they pulled the 'you've been outnumbered and out ruled' card.

"Innocent, her intentions were. No need for expulsion, there is," he waved his hand to the other members, and though they were still in a fit of anger over your entire conundrum, they had to admit he was right. He most often usually was.

"There still must be a punishment issued, to prevent further contempt in the future," Shaak Ti, a member of which you had very few dealings with. You'd hoped she might have come to her own decision about you, and not breathed in all the stories from the council, but you were disappointed to find out, you had yet another person against your honor.

"She was acting in the interest of others, as we have time and time again taught her to do. She should not be held accountable for something so unimportant to the council," Obi-Wan was getting rather inflamed in his response. He, in all honestly, couldn't even think of a reason that they held this much offense over something so small, but of course, it was the members of the council who were your worst enemy in the order. They would prove again and again that they held so place of significance for you in their minds. Only a pawn to do their bidding when they wished it to be done.

"We have not trained her to betray our trust," Mace stood to his feet, ready to argue over the four moons of Coruscant to put him back in his place. He was far too aggressive for the moment, but he would not let anything stop him. He would never express his senses about the attachment he knew was there, for that could only be dismissed as irrelevant to the situation, but he knew it was what drove Kenobi to be so outspoken.

"What trust? You don't trust her, you never have, though she has proven herself over and again throughout the years."

Mace didn't have anything to say to that. He sat back down in his seat. Obi-Wan Kenobi was a gentle and kind Jedi, his sarcastic wit normally being the only sharpness to his tongue, but now? With you on the line? Well, he was still a guardian, and his entire livelihood was built on defense.

"The punishment given will not be expulsion, or even suspension. It is clear to me that her intentions were of no harm. However, to prevent such actions in the future, we must make her aware of the consequences," Master Mundi nodded towards you, and for the first time, Obi-Wan thought that perhaps he'd gotten through to the council about you. He would protect you to the ends of every planet that existed, and he hoped that everyone knew that.

Mace Windu looked to the right and to the left of him, seemingly shooting thoughts to his colleagues before nodding and facing you again.

"You will be banned from the investigation on the temple, and sent off world to make ensure that happens," he explained, ready to cast the vote. You hated that this was how things were. You had no control, never did. You'd leave the order if it weren't for-

"Master Kenobi, given that this matter concerns your Padawan, you will be excluded from the vote as stated within the council guidelines of the order," Mace held a look on his face that rivaled disappointment. He truly wanted to have the temple be rid of you. All you were in his was a distraction to Obi-Wan, someone he'd known from a very young age, mostly to be a strong, independent, and reliable Jedi. He saw you as his weakness, something that could be used against him. Mace Windu saw no use for weaknesses, high midichlorian count or not. "All in favor of the decided motion?"

Hands were lifted around the room, the only ones to stay down being Obi-Wan who was rendered obsolete, Ki-Adi Mundi, who was still unsure of the punishment, and Yoda, who did not want to involve himself further in this endeavor which seemed futile to him.

All else were in favor, and you could could barely control yourself.

"Plo Koon will assign you a traveling partner for your off world assignment, and you will leave this evening."

You let your eyes fall closed. Keep calm, remember your training, don't say anything you will regret.

You bowed, facing Master Yoda, then glanced at Obi-Wan, a pained look on his face at your treatment by the council yet again. He was useless to stop it.

"It sounds to me like there's jealousy within the council," Mak noticed that you were in a daze while explaining the story, and having now been brought out of it, you weren't quite sure how to respond.

"What could I possibly have that they are jealous over?" You rolled your eyes, scoffing over the ridiculous sounding idea.

"Master Kenobi," he suggested. "The way he fights to defend you instead of siding with them on their decisions."

It wasn't unreasonable. In fact, the more you let that thought penetrate your mind, the more it grew, and twisted into a theory. Mace Windu despised your very being but insisted on putting Obi-Wan on a pedestal, high up where everyone could see. Did Master Windu know about you and Obi-Wan? Could he sense the still growing feelings that you both shared day in and day out?

"I don't know, it's possible."

He dropped it, but wanted to make it known that he understood, and if it was bothering you, he was there to have it laid on him.

"I know there's probably a lot that you don't want to tell me, and that's okay," he acknowledged, "but if you decide it's worth talking about, I'm here if you need me."

He rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. He had noticed you were tired, too, and didn't want to seem rude, so as a gentleman of a jedi would, he offered a place to rest your head.

"In case you get tired, I've been told my shoulder is pretty comfortable," he joked. You chuckled softly before patting his robes and inspecting it.

"I'll be the judge of that," you said in a mocking tone, making a show of sweeping your hair out of the way and tilting your head so it would lay against him nicely. "It's slightly above average."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

-

Almost a week had passed, and though there had been much development in the investigation on the temple bombing, you were none the wiser, not until you had to be rushed home immediately upon emergency.

Obi-Wan found himself bolting down the hallways, his speed level never dropped, and neither did his determination. He'd gotten word this morning; the ship docked for fuel on a neighboring planet to Alderaan, but before it could take off again, it was ambushed, leaving only you and Mak to fend for yourselves.

There was a cry of help sent via hologram, Mak was calling on backup, stating their location, and that you had been shot down.

You'd been confirmed to be alive, because as hard as they tried, not even the council could kill you by sending you on this mission. You were too strong. Obi-Wan, however, was losing his mind, crashing into people and mumbling incoherent apologies to them while he passed. They all looked gravely concerned, for they had never seen him like this before. He was worried sick, and now that the medic transport had been confirmed on the landing pad, he wasted no time in sprinting to the med bay.

He knew you weren't in a room yet, so he neglected to check in with the monitor, using his clearance to override the doors and again continue down the corridor. You'd be closing in on the emergency sector soon, he was sure of it, so he headed in that direction, stopping in his tracks when he saw the hovering gurney pod being rushed down the walkway. He ran to it, the fear on his face spreading fast, and seeping into the air through his force presence.

"What's happened?" he looked down on you, eyes barely open, arms crossed above your head and over your face to block out the light, which was making you sensitive. He lowered his eyes to see two burned shot marks on the robes you were wearing.

"She got hit before I could get to her, I don't know how bad it is," Mak was the one to reply, as Obi-Wan had noticed he was walking along with you. The medical droid that was waiting in an operating room stepped out to see the damage, scanning over your physical form, as well as quickly assessing your mental capacities for handling this procedure. It had to be done while you were conscious, as questions were to be asked in the duration of it to make sure you were stable.

"Who did this?" Obi-Wan was furious, walking into the room and trying to stay right beside you while the droid prepared his operation.

"Bounty Droids, six of them."

It didn't make sense that there would be a bounty out for either of you, especially at this time. You were both on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan, to discuss the terms of the republic's next phase in the war. Senator Organa was there, and proud of the way things were headed. Everything was supposed to go smoothly, and safely. But you were clearly left in uncapable hands, and for that Obi-Wan could only blame himself.

He was about to lose any sense of propriety at all when he saw that the Padawan boy's hand had along the way slipped into yours, gripping it tightly as if you'd meant the world to him. He couldn't stand that. You were his girl, and he wasn't going to let Mak Lotor steal you away. Especially not now, when you were so fatally injured.

"You couldn't stop six droids," he challenged the boy, scrunching his expression in disgust. There was a reason this kid got all the reject missions.

"I tried, but-"

"It was my fault, Obi," you let out, neglecting to use his formal title in the presence of others. You were far too hyped up on whatever they were giving you to keep the pain away to notice, or care. "Don't blame anyone but me."

Obi-Wan looked down at you, caressing your face gently and stroking aside a strand of hair that had been stuck to your forehead from sweat. Your eyes were closed now, as you could no longer handle the bright light from entering your vision. You had two holes in your stomach, you didn't need a migraine, too.

"In order for me to operate, one of you must leave," the droid spoke in the most monotone voice of any robotic being either of them had ever seen, and the words that were spoken brought even more tension into the room.

The two looked at each other as if they expected to be the one staying with you, but only one could, and Obi-Wan knew it would be him.

"Perhaps it's best if we both leave, to help avoid distraction," Mak suggested, and for a moment, Obi-Wan was going to be in agreement with the boy. He had a few things to be hashed out with the young man, and here, now, in front of you, was not the appropriate time or place.

He nodded his head, and they both stepped away from the gurney pod, ready to leave out the same door, but then your hand, as weak as it was, reached out and grabbed Obi-Wan's forearm, forbidding him from taking a step further. You'd let your eyes flutter open the smallest bit to look at him and beg him not to walk out the door.

"Stay," you whispered, and Mak figured that was his cue to go. He figured it made sense, you would want your Master there beside you, someone who'd helped bring you up, and had given you comfort throughout the years. It made sense that you would want him there. He wasn't going to have bitter feelings about it, he was just going to wait outside patiently.

Obi-Wan was able to let his guard down far more now that you were alone with him, exceptions be to the droid who was about to operate. You'd been given a small stimulant, to boost your energy and keep you in a clearer state of mind, so you were able to now take in the scene. He had interlaced his fingers with yours, keeping his gaze on yours, all the way up until the droid pulled up your tunic and placed a bracer over your skin. Obi-Wan couldn't help but look at the shots, the seared skin they left behind were such a contrast to your soft, beautiful body. He imagined it must feel horrible, he couldn't say he'd ever taken a hit that bad, and it probably was far more painful than you'd ever admit. Your pain tolerance was beyond him.

"Don't look at it, your reaction is scaring me," you said, wider awake now, and keeping your eyes trained on his.

"I'm sorry," he replied, chuckling at your remark before shaking his head. "It doesn't look so bad, they might leave scars, but it should heal nicely."

"More scars? I think I might be getting close to having as many as you."

Again, he laughed lightly, giving you a sincere look and brining his other hand to your shoulder, squeezing it assumingly.

"Not a chance, little one."

-

You were asleep now, the procedure was over, and you were recovering perfectly fine. You would probably be very curious about all that was happening with the investigation when you woke up, so Obi-Wan wanted to stay close by, exiting the operating room and finding that Mak had stayed for the entire duration.

"You're still here," Obi-Wan raised a brow at him when he walked out, finding a seat on the opposite wall.

"How is she?" He asked, his open mind betrayed him, and showed Obi-Wan all the things he'd been thinking about you. It was mostly just things about kind gestures, sweet things you'd say innocently without regard for how they sounded. But then there was one thought, just one, where he'd thought about kissing you.

"She'll be fine, no thanks to you," it was harsh, and Obi-Wan knew it, but he couldn't just sit and pretend like he had the upmost respect for this boy, what with him bringing you back in a fatal position, with his hand wrapped around yours, and thinking about you in a desirable way. Not his little one, no.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mak narrowed his eyes at the Jedi Master, and though the man looking back at him could destroy his entire being with a wave of his hand, he stared on with a confidence that rivaled that of Anakin Skywalker.

"It means you were assigned a mission partner, and you failed to protect her as she did you."

Mak bowed his head in shame, trying to think of something valid to say, but his next words only angered Obi-Wan more.

"I saved her life."

"You endangered her life," The Master Kenobi you went on and on about would never speak so harshly, placing blame on someone who was just as helpless to do anything as he was. "And even now, you sit and leave your thoughts open to the air, thinking about her in ways you know you should not."

Mak's face went pale, and he clenched his jaw, knowing that Master Kenobi now had the power to destroy his reputation, had the material to get him expelled if he truly wished it. Obi-Wan was a sensible man and could never do something like that out of sheer pettiness, but he would tuck the bit of information away for later use if he absolutely had to.

The boy in front of him was young, and foolish. A year younger than you, if he remembered correctly. Boys of that age have a hard enough time knowing what they want with their life, but add a pretty girl who's kind, and compassionate, with great conversation, and now he's dug himself a hole he can't so easily climb out of. As stupid and as ridiculous as this sounds, if the Jedi Master was going to know of his thoughts, he was going to know why they occurred.

"I care about her very deeply, in a way that surpasses all my other emotions at once," he confessed, and Obi-Wan couldn't stand to hear it. He wasn't going to taunt the boy, as jealous as he was, this boy was only a friend to you, and of no real threat to him. It wasn't this boy who would be holding you later tonight when you woke up and needed to be carried back to the apartment, and it wasn't this boy who was going to kiss you goodnight or tell you he loved you. That was not his job, and never would be.

"I'm going to give you a chance to retract what you have said to me and walk away from this, from her," Obi-Wan spoke clearly, and with distinction, making sure every word reached Mak's ears and stuck with him. "If you don't, I will make you wish you'd never come to the order. Have I made myself clear?"

Mak sensed something far more personal behind his threat. He sensed had known before that Master Kenobi was protective over his Padawans, but this? This was a whispered warning in a room where no one else was. Mak didn't put the pieces together until now, but he'd figured out why you were so close to him, why he seemed to be so overly involved in anything concerning you. He knew that Obi-Wan loved you.

"Yes, Master Kenobi, I'd say you have."

-

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