Fragments of the Galaxy

She found herself wondering, not for the first time, if their friendship would manage to survive this. Or would they become the distant acquaintances that they’d pretended to be, TRIED to be for so long. For their friendship to survive everything else, only to be destroyed by... by this (by her, by them)... it would be one more thing she held herself accountable for, if it happened.

It wasn’t... she couldn’t do this. It was bad enough she’d gone about everything wrong... she should give him space. Give herself space. The idea of going to look for the heretics, to learn more of what pregnancy and childbirth entailed for someone who was Force sensitive had crossed her mind more than once. It was information she would need to have. And she wouldn’t make Obi-Wan go with her; considering what his stance on the heretics probably WAS, it seemed for the best.

And maybe the time apart would be for the best, too. Give them time to really, truly find their feet. Even if the thought of being apart for such an extended period of time only made panic well up in her chest, as strong as it had been when she’d first learned of her... condition. It still might be for the best.

She didn’t know. She just... didn’t know.

She only met his eyes briefly when she looked at him, giving him a small, sad smile. Then she turned to leave; but she couldn’t stop herself from brushing her fingertips against his arm. It was the only contact she allowed herself. He shouldn’t be there. He was meant to be a Jedi; he was the best kriffing one she knew. And because of her he’d lost that.

It took all her control to not run, but she strode quickly past him. She would leave him alone for now. Let him find his footing without any more influence than what she’d already had. It was the least she could do for him.