There is a lingering sense of something coming before he feels the presence brush up against his mind. He's forced to stop what he's doing, fingers gripping the balcony's edge. It's like reclaiming a missing limb, having that achingly familiar sensation on the edge of his senses. It's one he would know no matter how far they were apart. One that certainly couldn't be hidden from him without the meddling of Abraxas' magic when bringing them here.

Obi-Wan.

At first, he does nothing, lets the emotions that aren't his own wash over him, acknowledging what he's being shown in the brief images that flash across his mind. The Singularity. The Jedi Temple. A favorite sparring location. A brief flash of sadness is overtaken by anger. Anger at Obi-Wan for being here, for threatening this life he's made for himself. Anger at the mages wherever he is for Summoning him. Anger at himself for not being bigger than this. For being threatened by his presence for even a moment. He has people in Thorne. he has Kylo. He hopes he has Rey.

Unable to help himself, he moves into a better meditative position so he can go to where he's being summoned. It's easy enough to find, it's a finite space, so there are only so many places it could be. Seeing that building, even a facsimile of it, and that building makes him wish things had been different. There's not much use dwelling on that as he spots the last person he'd seen before coming to this place so many months ago. The stance is all wrong, but there's no mistaking him.

"All the things you could have chosen and it's this." Anakin doesn't encroach on his space despite how everything screams at him to. There's not much harm either of them can do in the Horizon.