Since Obi-Wan had told her what Anakin would do, Siri had taken to avoiding the younger Jedi. She’d contacted him once, to ask a question out of necessity. Not in person; it had been easier to play the part and hide... everything that way. But she had asked, and hidden away all that she felt. She knew that he wasn’t the one who had done all those things... but there was a point, someday in the future... when he would. And he would kill Obi-Wan. That was one of the hardest pieces of information to deal with. The thought that she should have been there, should be there, beside him refused to be pushed aside. It didn’t help the already considerable guilt mixed in with everything else she was feeling.
There was no wonder she slept as little as she did. Meditation helped, at times, but it was not a balm for everything. And it wasn’t a balm for this.
She didn’t mean to find his workshop. She hadn’t planned on finding his workshop. She had known that she wouldn’t be able to avoid him forever, but she hadn’t thought it would be quite this soon. Siri froze in the doorway, her hand gripping the frame tightly. She didn’t want to do this now.