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december event log
Who: Everyone
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content
When: December 1st and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: With the Moira destroyed, the crew travel to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Potential violence. Lots and lots and lots of walking. Please label your content
E V E N T L O G |
"Open up, and let them in."
|
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No. Of course it doesn't. Every part of him still attached to this is hollow, and scared, and tired. Oh, is he tired. But that isn't a response either. At least not the one Obi-Wan wants, when it's interpreted as simply giving up.
All he wants, he thinks to say, is assurance. That's all he's ever wanted. That this mask, however it keeps doing this, is the only assurance he has right now, the only seeming certainty, and no one can tell him that it's going to be all right. No one can tell him that his effort to keep away from it is even worth a damn. No one can tell him that the concentrated effort he makes every damned day to not think about it is helping.
Across every timeline they've seen, everyone they've talked to, this is the only thing that ever stays the same. His fall is the axis around which future history revolves. How else is he supposed to change anything? How can he maintain distance, if it follows him just as physically as the shadow of Darth Vader looms over everything else?
He's twelve all over again. Twelve and hopeless. Hopelessly lost in explanations and reasoning too big for his understanding or anyone else's. Hopelessly lost in emotions he may not have ever been meant to understand, let alone control. Hopeless.
Force, he's never hated anything this much.]
Fine. You tell me how the damn thing got here. Tell me how to just...FORGET IT. We can go on pretending nothing's wrong, and that everything we do here is worth a damn.
[He tries not to sneer as his voice rises, but it's worth no more trying to fight that as it is the tide of that anger. He turns his lightsaber off, still clenching the hilt in his hand until it bruises.]
You know so much about it, you get rid of it.
[He pushes away from the wall, and moves back toward the entrance.]
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None of them did Anakin any favors after Qui-Gon liberated him from Tatooine. They told themselves they were doing good, but instead they were trying to twist and change someone who clearly didn't need changed to begin with.
Obi-Wan feels the urge to challenge again, but it gives way to tiredness and heartache, to a soft plea. ]
Stay.
[ That's the length of it, but it's a request and a demand and a hope and a need all wrapped up into one little word. Whether he means here in this spot or just in general (or both) is up to interpretation, but for the moment, Kenobi is spare with his words.
He passes off his lightsaber, meets his friend's eyes in silent apology, and then turns and dips to pick up the mask.
I won't be long, he thinks, although he knows Anakin can't hear him has he normally can. Hopefully that trust will hold despite this bizarre hiccup. ]
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With a heavy exhale a moment later, his shoulders finally slump, and he can feel the tension in those tired muscles release, even if the pain underneath is still wound like a tight coil set to spring. Another deep breath, and he finally turns back, snapping his lightsaber to his belt. He glances back at Obi-Wan, his expression no less pained, but the anger, at least, is gone, leaving behind only tired, red-ringed eyes and a pout to rival the most petulant teenager. (Something he never did quite grow out of).]
Fine.
[But he's not apologizing for this. Not right now.]