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Siri Tachi (neverlosefocus) wrote in makebelievelog,

“I don’t want to say anything,” was her sharp reply. “I don’t know what to say.” They were going to do this now; no matter how much she longed to put it off a little longer. What did she say to him? How could she find the words to say anything at all? But she would have to try. She would not do this again. So she forced herself to speak.

“Obi-Wan told me what you’re going to do. And I just... I can’t-” The snarled, tangled knot of emotions that she’d tried her best to ignore, to deal with a piece at a time, only grew more snarled. “I’m trying so hard to let go. To deal with the fact that you’re not the Anakin that razed the Order to the ground. That killed Obi-Wan. Those aren’t actions that you’ve taken.”

It took every last bit of stubbornness she had to keep the emotion from her voice. And even then she didn’t succeed completely. “But you’re going to kill him.” She should have focused on the destruction of the Order. But she couldn’t. “And I don’t know how to accept that. I don’t know how to deal with that.” Her laugh was soft and mocking. “I haven’t even completely dealt with the fact that I don’t know what I am.” Her words were telling, more than she meant them to be, but she didn’t notice.