“If I was going to talk to anyone... It would be you.” Her voice was more pained than she would have liked. “I just... can’t. Not about this. Not about my death. Not yet.” Maybe not ever. There was so little that she could do to spare him pain. But she could do this. She froze, glancing down in surprise, to where his fingertips touched her arm. For Obi-Wan, that little gesture spoke volumes. It was almost a hug. And it almost pushed her to her breaking point.
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