Stopping, Luke ends up staring at the ground, teeth gritted. It takes a few moments before he can let the sudden stab of anger bleed away. He can't really yell at Obi-Wan now can he?

Not when what he's angry about won't even happen for twenty years for him, even if it's already happened for Luke. Because they hadn't wanted him not to confront Vader at all. Only because he wasn't ready yet.

Which, well, Luke agreed with. He certainly hadn't been, on so many, many levels. Scrubbing his face, Luke sighs. He wants to say something, but aside from having to keep himself from yelling he's not sure how to say it. He hasn't even thought it through himself.

"You told me you'd trained Darth Vader, you know," Luke says finally as he looks up, manages a faint smile, "at least I know the 'trained him' part is right, now."