~Chapter 23 Snippet: Love cannot go to waste. It's value isn't tied to either it's expression or it's reciprocation~
"An apology?" Obi-Wan asks, confused, "Whatever for?"
The seer turns away, his expression hidden by the hood of his leather cowl.
“I did not warn you of… events. I keep track of your fate, jedi. I saw that the way forward was clouded and poor, but also that intervention was likely to have lethal consequences for you. I value your life more than your mandate, and so... I held my tongue.”
“Oh,” Obi-Wan replies faintly.
“I do not regret my choice, and I will make the same one again should history repeat itself. No matter the consequences,” Maul says cuttingly, still facing away.
Obi-Wan isn't sure what to think about all that. Honestly, he's too bloody tired at the moment to even begin to think through the ethics involved. It might be selfish of him, but the young jedi finds himself far more concerned with the way the fortune teller is holding himself, here and now, rather than the unchangeable past.
That body language. It is the frame of a man waiting to take a hit.
“Maul,” he says softly, reaching over to set a hand on the far side of that black jawline.
The seer grasps his wrist, but otherwise doesn't stop him as Obi-Wan turns his face until their gazes meet.
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