@withoutpeer the starter you told me to write a million years ago from this au concept
She’s felt his agony for days; distance hadn’t mattered, entire galaxies could have been separating him and she still would have felt this intensity of pain radiating from him. It had been so profound, so violent, that very nearly been a beacon on a map: finding him had been easy. Figuring out how to get there and get him out had been the hard part.
Every day that’s gone by she’s worried will be one day too late, and yet she knows enough to know that if she rushes in and it’s for nothing, it will be worse for him. So she’s taken care, her only measure of comfort being the continuous pain she feels from him: as excruciating as it is, as long as she can feel him in pain, she knows he’s alive.
And now, finally here she is, cracking the lock on the door, slipping inside and pulling off the hood of the Imperial uniform she’s wearing. “Obi-Wan...”