𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 moments pass before the jedi replies, moments spent trying to gather breath that keeps hitching in his throat. his clothes are still wet, and he keeps trying to find some sort of sense in all this.
bail’s voice is full of unspoken panic, but the cadence of his words ground obi-wan amid the hurricane of pain that has settled behind his ribs. he looks at the perfect clear blue of hyperspace flickering past, blurred from the tears he keeps having to wipe from his face.
the clones — they had — it had been a trap — all of it, everything — he couldn’t save them, couldn’t save them —
a pause, in which he rakes a hand through his hair.
‹ i’m alive . i don’t know what’s — › he breaks a little more under the weight of it. under the horror, the feeling of pitching forward into a bottomless ice - cold void that swallows everything. dark, open water. he, alone.
‹ i don’t know what’s happening. i’m sorry . are you… are you safe ? ›
the senator’s office is in a disarray, his cloak thrown at the desk as he had forced his holo to work. everything was turning into a disaster. bail knew not who he could trust. but the man in front of him, clothes dripping, there was no doubt that bail could trust him.
bail tries to memorize every stress line on obi-wan’s face, every quirk of his brow. it could be the last time he saw the jedi. no, don’t think like that. the war has harshened you, made sharp edges. you love each other. you will figure it out. “ you’re alive. “ a harsh breath is taken & he reaches out instinctively with his hand before remembering that won’t get him any closer to his lover.
“ yes. they can’t dissolve the senate. not yet. they wouldn’t retain power. “ the acid in his voice is clear. he knows he can’t speak like that in public, not right now, but with obi-wan he feels safer already. “ tell me where you are. i’ll come to you. “ desperation leaks through his tone. “ i want to help. “