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Mini Nano Day 20
Nov. 20th, 2015 07:31 pmStar Wars: Our Hands Will Never Be Clean AU
Ceret tilts her head the other way, watching him for a long moment. "His death would hurt you."
"Why do you say that?" That it's true is something he doesn't care to admit here, save in the privacy and safety of his own mind. He knows he should be willing and able to let go if Qui-Gon dies, knows it's a risk with the sorts of missions they both take, but he still fears that day.
"Because it's true." Ceret shrugs, shifting her weight so she's leaning against a bedpost, and poking his foot with her own. "Don't try to hide what I already know. It's a waste of energy better expended elsewhere."
Obi-Wan sits up more, crossing his legs to keep his feet tucked out of the way. "Such as on trying to escape?"
"And go where? There is no transport from this place but your own two feet, and the only space port is on the far side of an ocean." Ceret smiles, the expression almost gentle. "You will remain safe here, and perhaps you might learn."
"Learn what?"
"To read what you can't yet." Ceret shrugs, standing up, and coming closer. "You should sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow." She reaches out to touch his hair with her fingertips a moment, trailing them down his face until he catches her wrist in his free hand.
"Why did you bring me here? Why not just kill me?"
Ceret doesn't try to pull free, leaning in instead until her face is inches from his own. "I have no use for you dead, Obi-Wan."
Ceret tilts her head the other way, watching him for a long moment. "His death would hurt you."
"Why do you say that?" That it's true is something he doesn't care to admit here, save in the privacy and safety of his own mind. He knows he should be willing and able to let go if Qui-Gon dies, knows it's a risk with the sorts of missions they both take, but he still fears that day.
"Because it's true." Ceret shrugs, shifting her weight so she's leaning against a bedpost, and poking his foot with her own. "Don't try to hide what I already know. It's a waste of energy better expended elsewhere."
Obi-Wan sits up more, crossing his legs to keep his feet tucked out of the way. "Such as on trying to escape?"
"And go where? There is no transport from this place but your own two feet, and the only space port is on the far side of an ocean." Ceret smiles, the expression almost gentle. "You will remain safe here, and perhaps you might learn."
"Learn what?"
"To read what you can't yet." Ceret shrugs, standing up, and coming closer. "You should sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow." She reaches out to touch his hair with her fingertips a moment, trailing them down his face until he catches her wrist in his free hand.
"Why did you bring me here? Why not just kill me?"
Ceret doesn't try to pull free, leaning in instead until her face is inches from his own. "I have no use for you dead, Obi-Wan."