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Obi-Wan's been living in a room paid for by Anakin. He feels guilty about that, but isn't sure what use this cantina has for an extra Jedi spirit on its payroll.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
He dealt with the psychological havoc of recent "days" by retreating to that room and meditating, only coming out for meals when he was sure Nyarlathotep had gone.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
After a while, he dispersed into the Force again, as he'd done after the Speaking. In this immaterial state, he lent his strength to those who appeared to need it most. (Such as he could reach, anyway.)
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Now, he senses the departure of the Crawling Chaos, like a great weight lifted off the rubber-sheet that relativistic physicists use as a metaphor for space-time. With that gone, he feels ready to be himself again.
There is no death, there is the Force.
He pulls himself back together, coalescing in his rooms and taking shape. Whatever use the bar may or may not have for him, he's already had a quiet retirement.
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