prompt #7 - What was your greatest loss?
Sweat-drenched, limbs trembling, Obi-Wan held the kata a moment longer. He closed his eyes, trying to shift his focus inward again, but the moment was gone. His datapad continued to chirp shrilly, sign that he had a new message. He knew exactly what sort, too, even before he glanced at the damn thing. He sighed and dropped the pose, a towel suddenly about his shoulders as if by magic. It was pure laziness to use the Force for such things, but at the moment he didn't care. He dried his hair one-handedly, almost angrily, and jabbed the receive button with the other.
What was your greatest loss?
Obi-Wan sucked in air between his teeth. The hotel room dropped away around him, its comforting lines replaced in his mind with the cold, sleek metal of the hall that housed the generators of Theeds. Ever so faint, the scent of burning filled his nostrils--a curious blend of Alderaani cotton and skin, the slightest trace of fresh blood. Across the expanse that separated them, his Master's eyes met his, widened, and glazed with pain. Qui-Gon slumped to the floor, motionless, and the Sith that had slain him turned back to Obi-Wan, saber still ablaze, his tattooed face split with a grin.
Willpower alone kept Obi-Wan's jaws locked shut, holding back a scream. Slowly the hotel room came into focus again, everything where it should be. Eventually he swallowed, wet his lips, began to breathe again. Eventually he picked up his datapad.
Anakin--
You've been poking at me for weeks, swearing you can hear his voice, but this... This is too much. I know you think I should talk about what happened, but this is going too far. I'm not sure what you trying to prove at this point, but these letters have got to stop.
~ Obi-Wan
Without hesitation, he pushed send.
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