He frowned, immediately picking up on the depth of her offense. By the Force, she was touchy.
Sighing, he leaned his head back and studied the ceiling. Like the rest of the cell, it was smooth and unremarkable, toned in soothing colors that no doubt irritated Ventress to the core. It was probably best that he leave the matter alone, but he could sense her deep frustration, and against his better judgment, he wanted to help her. But that help wasn’t going to come without a price. He believed in the value of gratitude, and if she wasn’t able to humble herself enough to ask, he wasn’t going to give it to her.
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting you can’t do something alone, you know,” he said softly, leveling his gaze at her. He meant every word. It was one of the most valuable lessons he had ever learned, and something told him she had never had the benefit of someone trustworthy enough to teach her that.
She rolled her eyes. Her disdain for that remark was great and wordless, hanging heavy in the air.
“Please, Kenobi, spare me your tired platitudes. I never can’t do something alone. I find another way. Simple as that,” she told him. And it was true. Her determination and cleverness got her out of many sticky situations. “Relying on others is foolishness.”
They will always let you down.
They will always betray you.
They will always leave you.
A Sith cares for no one but themselves.
…Still, this harmonica was proving to be a damn problem. With her options limited as they were by her confinement, she might not have a choice.
But then, she mused bitterly, what else is new?
His level gaze didn’t waver as she brushed aside his sentiment— as always. He had known that she would, but he couldn’t help hoping that some small part of it was getting through to her. Otherwise all of this would be for naught and he was truly wasting his time.
“People aren’t meant to live their lives alone,” he continued. “Every aspect of life is reliant on companionship, from base sexual instinct to higher cultural functions. Like music, for example.” He nodded toward the harmonica and gave a small smile. “Multiple musicians are always better than just one.”