--- a few days, that’s all it’s been since finishing his mission infiltrating the group that was suppose to kidnap the chancellor. and yet everything still feels all wrong. anakin’s been giving him the cold shoulder, which he could understand, ahsoka keeps looking at him funny, and other members of the order seem particularly vexed.
which lead him to an upsetting realization that he is, for all intents and purposes, a dead man walking among the living. something has changed from this--- and he doesn’t know if it’s for the better. it’s an odd sensation, as though he exists in the in between of life and death.
obi - wan hesitates, his hand hovering at the door in an interrupted knock leading into where satine is staying. he doesn’t even know if she’s here, she might’ve already left for mandalore. but he owes her--- an apology, an explanation, everything. he, instead, rings the doorbuzz.
⤷ @ofpacifism / semi-plotted













