(A moment later, because she knows this is weird:) Please
(Travelling through Trench could be a whole lot worse, but Abby is still cursing their idea to pick a house so far from a lantern. Whatever. She's close enough already so it doesn't take her long, maybe fifteen minutes. Bit of a dramatic entrance, jogging up to Obi-Wan's; she doesn't understand how this works, is the thing. It could take her over at any moment and make her go before she's ready to.
Not that she thinks she ever will be.)
Hi. (Once she's knocked and the door has opened, and- wait, has she ever actually been inside of his house before? And doesn't Anakin live here too?? Fuck, she could kill two birds with one stone if he's around too... she's peering inside over Obi-Wan's shoulder, radiating nerves.)
(Right. She looks at him, suddenly nervous. Sad. Now she understands Peter's dilemma, how he asked her to distract him before he let it drop. It's a hard thing to say. Squid Peter if you're out there........ she gets it now)
I don't know. (An honest confession.) I woke up this morning and Iā
(Except the ocean isn't in view at all, so she's just pointing out into his neighbourhood. Weird how she knows the exact direction of it without having to question it, but she's really trying not to think about that. It floods her mind if she does.
Even now there's a whisper in her ear like the swell of the tide.)
(That's why she's so upset, and in constant, fidgety motion. Still staring out in the direction she pointed in... His hands finding her shoulders make her look back.)
I'm sorry. I can't ignore it, (a wavering breath, one hand gesturing awkwardly around her heart, travelling higher.) It's- in my head.
(He's given her a lot. Besides, she's going, and she can't take any more. There's a lump in her throat.) Just wanted to tell you. Didn't want you to find out.
(She laughs at that, a sudden burst of sound, because it's a very Obi-Wan thing to say... and she's hoping he won't notice the way her eyes burn, vision blurring at the words.)
Don't think so.
(She runs her tongue over her teeth.) I'm scared.
(Of saying goodbye, mostly. Scared of how it's going to make her feel.)
[ he wraps his arms around her, warm and enveloping. hugs are not something obi-wan does regularly. physical affection is not his forte, but he understands the call for it.
(Hugs are something Abby doesn't get regularly, and she thinks they're something she'd like to start doing more. When she leans back, she has to wipe her eyes.
There are a few people left to go before she'll feel content. This sucks. She feels bad that it has to be so quick.)
... I have to keep going. (She knows he'll understand, but even so.) I'm sorry.
[ sometimes, people must part. for a calling, for a reason. far be it for obi-wan to comment on it. at least she came here to speak to him. his heart wishes it could do more, be more.
(He's avoiding her... honestly, she gets it, but this is more important than what happened the last time they spoke in person.) I'm waiting for him to give me the okay.
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(A moment later, because she knows this is weird:) Please
(Travelling through Trench could be a whole lot worse, but Abby is still cursing their idea to pick a house so far from a lantern. Whatever. She's close enough already so it doesn't take her long, maybe fifteen minutes. Bit of a dramatic entrance, jogging up to Obi-Wan's; she doesn't understand how this works, is the thing. It could take her over at any moment and make her go before she's ready to.
Not that she thinks she ever will be.)
Hi. (Once she's knocked and the door has opened, and- wait, has she ever actually been inside of his house before? And doesn't Anakin live here too?? Fuck, she could kill two birds with one stone if he's around too... she's peering inside over Obi-Wan's shoulder, radiating nerves.)
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Hello there. What's the matter?
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I don't know. (An honest confession.) I woke up this morning and Iā
(Deep breath,) Have to go. Iā need to go. Soon.
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[ he doesn't understand. people left, certainly but . . . like this? even here? ]
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(Except the ocean isn't in view at all, so she's just pointing out into his neighbourhood. Weird how she knows the exact direction of it without having to question it, but she's really trying not to think about that. It floods her mind if she does.
Even now there's a whisper in her ear like the swell of the tide.)
I don't think I can come back.
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Are . . . you sure this is what you need to do?
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(That's why she's so upset, and in constant, fidgety motion. Still staring out in the direction she pointed in... His hands finding her shoulders make her look back.)
I'm sorry. I can't ignore it, (a wavering breath, one hand gesturing awkwardly around her heart, travelling higher.) It's- in my head.
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We could find another way if you don't want to go. You don't have to go.
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(There are so many people she can't bear to leave. He isn't the first to have suggested this, either.)
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And yet.
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He said it's like a compulsion.
(And she's starting to understand that word choice.) He didn't want to leave either.
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he would have to let her go. and yet his hands squeeze her shoulders gently. ]
What do you need from me?
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(He's given her a lot. Besides, she's going, and she can't take any more. There's a lump in her throat.) Just wanted to tell you. Didn't want you to find out.
(You're important.)
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You always were the bravest of us all.
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Don't think so.
(She runs her tongue over her teeth.) I'm scared.
(Of saying goodbye, mostly. Scared of how it's going to make her feel.)
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It's all right. You'll be all right.
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... Fuck it.)
Dunno what I'm gonna do without your pep talks. (They're iconic.)
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[ his hands slip away, but he keeps them open if she wants a hug. ]
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(She doesn't want to forget about him, and- after a moment's hesitation- she steps forward into his open arms for a hug.
It's kind of... fatherly? It's weird, but really nice, so she holds on.)
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and it's for him as much as it is for her. ]
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There are a few people left to go before she'll feel content. This sucks. She feels bad that it has to be so quick.)
... I have to keep going. (She knows he'll understand, but even so.) I'm sorry.
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[ sometimes, people must part. for a calling, for a reason. far be it for obi-wan to comment on it. at least she came here to speak to him. his heart wishes it could do more, be more.
but it is not the jedi way. it is not his way. ]
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And if you see your stupid Padawan around, can you tell him to message me back? (She'd like to say goodbye to him too, if she could...)
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Why not speak to him now? He lives here.
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(He's avoiding her... honestly, she gets it, but this is more important than what happened the last time they spoke in person.) I'm waiting for him to give me the okay.
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