Loth-kitten
Флаффный фикс-ит.
Anakin's heart clenched.
It had been a long time since he had been allowed his Master's confidence so surely. Him being on the Council had limited their conversations to missions, life, and the war at large.
“It started with the Council meeting this morning.” Obi-Wan began to explain. “As you know the Council and I have been having our... disagreements as of late but, for the good of the Republic, for the good of our Soldiers, I have held myself in check.”
Anakin nodded, of course, he knew this. He was one of the only people Obi-Wan would bitch to about the council. Well, after a few drinks, anyway. How the man could put those drinks away, too. Obi-Wan kept his true feelings close to his chest at all times, ready and unwilling to play such a card. Getting Obi-Wan to reveal anything was a test in patience like trying to endear oneself to a frightened Nundu, a large feline like mammal from Naboo.
“Today they crossed a line,” Obi-Wan admitted.
His Master looked his age then. Not old, but ancient, way past his years, past his prime. Anakin got up and crossed over to sit next to Obi-Wan. The elder wasn’t one for physical displays of affection but he didn’t protest Anakin pressing himself as close as he could, nor the hand on his forearm, nor the gentle fuzzy feeling Anakin sent him through the bond they shared. He didn’t so much as flinch. Anakin was worried. There were very few things that would set his Master off completely without recourse or a moment to argue.
“What’d they want you to do?”
Obi-Wan was silent for a long while.
Anakin, for once in his short life, realized this was a time to be silent as well.
When Obi-Wan started speaking, Anakin still wasn’t sure what was going on.
“They wanted to fake my death. I was to go undercover in the heart of the Separatists territory and find why they have been so silent. Espionage and spying.”
That seemed... extreme but not horrible. Anakin frowned. It didn’t warrant a threat to leave the Order, but Anakin knew there had to be more to the story than that. Obi-Wan’s entire life was the Order. Duty above all else. To abandon that...
“Faking your death seems a little... excessive,” Anakin admitted but was still confused. It must have shown. “Doesn’t Voss do that on a weekly basis?”
Anakin's heart clenched.
It had been a long time since he had been allowed his Master's confidence so surely. Him being on the Council had limited their conversations to missions, life, and the war at large.
“It started with the Council meeting this morning.” Obi-Wan began to explain. “As you know the Council and I have been having our... disagreements as of late but, for the good of the Republic, for the good of our Soldiers, I have held myself in check.”
Anakin nodded, of course, he knew this. He was one of the only people Obi-Wan would bitch to about the council. Well, after a few drinks, anyway. How the man could put those drinks away, too. Obi-Wan kept his true feelings close to his chest at all times, ready and unwilling to play such a card. Getting Obi-Wan to reveal anything was a test in patience like trying to endear oneself to a frightened Nundu, a large feline like mammal from Naboo.
“Today they crossed a line,” Obi-Wan admitted.
His Master looked his age then. Not old, but ancient, way past his years, past his prime. Anakin got up and crossed over to sit next to Obi-Wan. The elder wasn’t one for physical displays of affection but he didn’t protest Anakin pressing himself as close as he could, nor the hand on his forearm, nor the gentle fuzzy feeling Anakin sent him through the bond they shared. He didn’t so much as flinch. Anakin was worried. There were very few things that would set his Master off completely without recourse or a moment to argue.
“What’d they want you to do?”
Obi-Wan was silent for a long while.
Anakin, for once in his short life, realized this was a time to be silent as well.
When Obi-Wan started speaking, Anakin still wasn’t sure what was going on.
“They wanted to fake my death. I was to go undercover in the heart of the Separatists territory and find why they have been so silent. Espionage and spying.”
That seemed... extreme but not horrible. Anakin frowned. It didn’t warrant a threat to leave the Order, but Anakin knew there had to be more to the story than that. Obi-Wan’s entire life was the Order. Duty above all else. To abandon that...
“Faking your death seems a little... excessive,” Anakin admitted but was still confused. It must have shown. “Doesn’t Voss do that on a weekly basis?”