[Vyng works on his own stuff too, obviously. Obi-Wan knows that. He doesn't feel the need to point it out.

Of course, his natural inclination is to avoid confronting his past. He already spent years wandering across the land in exile, alone — picking up various odd jobs, and drifting onto the next town when he inevitably grew restless — with the direction of a rudderless boat lost at sea. Finding himself in others is far preferable to that, because at least love is a powerful force for growth and change. At the same time, Vyng freely acknowledges the damage he's done to himself and others. By kicking the proverbial can down the road, he's still letting the past own him.

Now it's just a matter of sorting through the pieces and making sense of it all. But progress is rarely linear. He's not holding himself to any timetable. He can't even say what recovery looks like at this point.]

Well, I find purpose in taking care of others. And my connections help me fulfill that purpose. That's all I need. I roll with the punches as they come. The rest works itself out.

It's the same for you, right?