[Obi-Wan begins following the river south, purely on an instinct, and he walks, not caring much how long it takes. An hour, two hours, he's not really keeping track... hey, if he hits the lake he'll just turn around, right? He's walked farther than this before.
All the while, he keeps his senses opened, reaching out with his feelings, trying to find some hint of that erratic spark that was Gambit's life-force- and keeps his journal open, in case the man should need, or even want, to say something further.]
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All the while, he keeps his senses opened, reaching out with his feelings, trying to find some hint of that erratic spark that was Gambit's life-force- and keeps his journal open, in case the man should need, or even want, to say something further.]