Obi-Wan watched the scarred man for a moment, his hands clasping neatly in his lap. The idea that anyone could have such control over time and space would have sounded ludicrous, but the fact he was even here to begin with muddled that normally logical view. The Jedi was willing to withhold judgment for now.

Then, the older prisoner laid his plans out in the open, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel relieved they'd finally reached the main point. It was certainly an interesting proposition, to say the least. But there were a few things that didn't quite add up.

Barely tilting his head to the side, the Jedi studied the scarred man. "Why do you need me to do it?" Obi-Wan asked. "Surely someone who has time and space on his side has a few tricks up his sleeve. You can't be all that helpless."