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Obi-Wan Kenobi (do_what_i_must) wrote in makebelievelog,

He stood from where he was crouched beside Master Drallig's corpse and glanced into the room beyond. He did not need to go any further. The stench of cauterised flesh and the screaming in the Force told him all he needed to know, and yet...

His feet were moving without any conscious effort on his part. He had walked this path so many times, he no longer needed to think about where to tread to avoid standing on tiny nerveless fingers, and he should have known better than to make his way over to the largest pile of what seemed to be nothing more than rags. Still, that was where he found himself, lifting the bodies of almost an entire clan of younglings from the heap where they'd been left to rot, and laying them out so that they could have some small amount of dignity restored to them.

It sickened him when he realised that he was almost pleased to notice that they had been killed by blaster bolts, unlike Master Drallig. The battlemaster had been felled by a lightsaber, and that 'saber could only have been wielded by one person.

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"Anakin..." he said, almost stupidly, as the sudden appearance of... of his Padawan, nobody else, caused him to wake up properly.

He'd been sitting on a tree stump that overlooked the water, wearing little more than his sleeping shorts. He had vague memories of ignoring the conventional wisdom of using doors and stairs and the like in his hurry to get down to the ground floor; he had simply jumped out of his bedroom window, absently nudging it shut with a gentle Force push once he was down so that Satine wouldn't catch a chill, and then he was at the tree stump, staring at the water. It wasn't quite meditation, but he wasn't properly focused on things either.

"You needn't worry. You weren't interrupting. Nothing of any great importance, anyway."