This hopelessness that drowns all that I believe

[neverlosemyfocus]

“What? No!” Siri’s voice was ragged, shock and disbelief at the verdict painfully open in her words. They’d found her guilty. No matter her protestations, no matter Obi-Wan’s protestations, Ahsoka’s, Anakin’s... they’d found her guilty. Said that the evidence spoke of her guilt. She was the culprit, there could be no other. As though she could EVER do such a thing to the Temple.

But they thought she had it in her. That she had Fallen, that she had Fallen so far as to attempt to destroy the one place she could call home. The one place she could belong.

Force, she couldn’t breathe for the ache in her chest. Her heart. Despair and desolation in equal measure overwhelmed her, and she gazed numbly at the ground, any more passionate words in her own defence dying in her throat. There was no point. They’d found her guilty. Guilty of treason, sedition against the Republic, murder... conspiracy to commit murder, escape from custody...

And the sentence was death.

She offered no resistance as she was roughly herded away by the guards, heedless of the injuries she’d suffered. She was stunned, her faith in the Order shaken, fractured.

Defeated.

They would claim, no doubt, that she put up resistance and they had to use force to subdue her when it came time for them to place the binders that would cut her off from the Force until her execution on her, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. No matter how much her instincts screamed at her to fight, to escape and prove her innocence... she couldn’t.

The Order had failed her. And that wound cut far deeper than any physical injury she could ever suffer.

The guards tossed her carelessly into her cell, and she could barely do more than clumsily try and take the fall as the hypo injection took hold, sending her spiralling into unconsciousness.

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[master_kenobi]

"If what we've been told it stands for is all a lie? I certainly will," Obi-Wan said firmly.

[neverlosemyfocus]

Siri reached out with an unsteady hand and cupped his cheek, her skin cold against his. She opened her mouth, and words failed her. What could she say to that? He was... the best Jedi she knew. And a better man.

[master_kenobi]

"We must all do what we feel is right," he reminded her. "We do not have time to feel sorry for ourselves. We must press forward."

[neverlosemyfocus]

Her stomach turned at the thought of what he had risked for this. For her. The Order was as much a part of who he was, his LIFE, as it was her. And he risked all of that, everything he knew... for her. She nodded, her fingers curling away from his cheek as she pulled away from him, withdrawing in on herself just a little.

“I take it you had a plan when you broke me out of prison?” she asked softly, voice a little bit hoarse.

[master_kenobi]

"I did. And it went swimmingly." She might recognize his dry attempt at humour to lighten the situation a little. He nodded towards the cabin. "I have something for you to look at, actually. I'd like your opinion."

[neverlosemyfocus]

She did, and it earned him a faint, crooked smile. “Whatever you need.” Maybe focusing on what they were doing would help. At the very least they could discover who was truly behind the attack... before anything else happened.

[master_kenobi]

"I took this from the archive," Obi-Wan told her, pulling out a datapad. "Footage from Temple security. Take a look and tell me if anything seems out of place to you," he said, handing it to her and watching her thoughtfully.