[ He can feel that fear and helplessness. Obi-Wan does nothing to keep it out, letting it wash into a melting pot of colour with his own quiet grief and guilt. ]
[ the admission feels like two hands around his heart, wringing the blood out. it is worse than it had ever been before; perhaps because he now knows the very specific dread that comes with knowing it is too late. ]
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What is preventing you?
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Decide that I can just let you die?
I can't
Especially not when we've accepted so many losses already. Losses you know we could have prevented.
If following orders or obeying the Council mean sacrificing you one day, the way it meant betraying Ahsoka
How could I?
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[ the admission feels like two hands around his heart, wringing the blood out. it is worse than it had ever been before; perhaps because he now knows the very specific dread that comes with knowing it is too late. ]
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But if you had to
You could
You would find a way