Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Droplets of water dripped from the plate in his hand, as Obi-Wan gave it a few shakes and then set it in the strainer. He picked up a dishtowel and mopped the water that remained on his fingers. "Yes," he replied. "She died."
Now that at least one particulate of his heartache was out in the open, Obi turned around and regarded Loras for a period of time that passed beyond necessity and into a somewhat risky stare. His friend no longer seemed casual, but had morphed into that guileless and in some ways childlike figure that Obi found simultaneously beautiful and haunting, and therefore difficult to look at. And to bend the truth before.
"I've had the dream every night this week," he said. "It's not even possible to save her, so I don't even try. I just try to make it easier for her. And then I give her children to other people who can take care of them. I'm not an option." He dropped the dishtowel on the countertop and cracked his knuckles. "I guess I can't blame them."