:ругается: :неприличными словами:
“You know,” he said, regarding her thoughtfully, “Anakin was my Padawan for eleven years and I never once had to aid him in fleeing a death sentence handed down by the Republic High Court." His airy gesture encompassed their surroundings. "You appear to have outdone him rather dramatically.”
A beat of silence, and then her blue eyes widened as she parsed his meaning. “Master – you’re here to get me out?”
He pulled out the keycard he’d hidden up his sleeve. “Assuming you want to leave. The décor is rather charming.”
Ahsoka was already on her feet. “I didn’t find it particularly appealing,” she said with a dubious glance at the gray ceiling. Then, with a touch of sarcasm and the barest hint of relief, “So the Council decided not to let me die after all?”
“Actually, last I spoke with them, they were proving rather obstinate on that particular point.”
“Then why are you – ” A small frown of confusion. “I mean, the rest of the Council knows you’re here, don’t they?”
“Does the rest of the Council know I’m in the Central Detention Center, about to break a convicted felon out of Republic custody?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. “I may have forgotten to inform them of this particular upcoming event when last we convened.”
She froze, startled. “Chissk, Master Obi-Wan. You – ”
“Mind your language, young one, we’re in a government establishment.”
Ну конечно он не сказал никому о Сатин! Это ж такой... Оби-Ван.
archiveofourown.org/works/6634558/chapters/1517...