A few years ago, General Obi-Wan would step in by now, would try to prevent his friend from going down this path, to protect her from the Dark Side or even to save the Empress from some of the pain.
He breathes, slowly and deeply, and rides the fear, the sorrow, the attachment to his esteem. Some of this, at least, he take in, sit with, let flow out again slightly less than it was. Not enough that Ibani would notice, but he doubts either of them are paying attention to anything but their own confrontation right at this moment.
He knows what she is, has always known. He's prepared to see it, and refuses to deny his reaction. He'll just have to actually feel it later.
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Date: 2020-08-08 01:23 pm (UTC)He breathes, slowly and deeply, and rides the fear, the sorrow, the attachment to his esteem. Some of this, at least, he take in, sit with, let flow out again slightly less than it was. Not enough that Ibani would notice, but he doubts either of them are paying attention to anything but their own confrontation right at this moment.
He knows what she is, has always known. He's prepared to see it, and refuses to deny his reaction. He'll just have to actually feel it later.