Initially, it had cheered him to observe that Skywalker and Kenobi
had finally learned to fight together; to see how powerful they had
become in partnership. Complementing each other’s strengths, compensating
for each other’s weaknesses. Kenobi making full use of his
inherent discretion to balance young Skywalker’s inattentive rowdiness.
He could have watched them until the light faded on fair Tythe.
And he wished that General Grievous could have been there to witness
the display for himself.
Now he wasn’t so sure.