[ Cal falls silent for a long moment, absorbed in thought. He doesn't know when Anakin was Knighted, but judging from context it was either before or very early on during the war, which—well, Anakin does have a point. The weight of the war and the Purge is heavy, impossibly heavy.

But still. The idea of keeping something so momentous from a fellow Jedi doesn't sit quite right with Cal. It feels like lying by omission and, truthfully, he's not sure he can look Master Kenobi in the eye and say nothing, hide everything he's done for the past ten years. The old Order probably wouldn't recognize the Jedi he's become. Something would give him away.

But is the hurtful truth any kinder? ]

I don't know.

[ We're allowed to exist outside of our worries and expectations. A nice sentiment, but Cal is all worries and expectations and he doesn't know how to stop. Even now, he's itching to go back home, to return to his chosen family, to rejoin the fight.

No, he can't set the Order and the Empire aside so easily. What is he without them?

He takes a different tack. ]

Master Kenobi is a member of the Council. If he knew, he might be able to do something when he goes back. To prevent it.