Qui-Gon's hand tightened around his commlink, knuckles white, as he fought to accept it and let it flow through instead of rule him.
It was the lightsaber wound. The one he'd at first thought he impossibly survived against all odds, only to find he hadn't - Martin Landel had brought him back, taken him from death and the Force and now it looked like he would take back his "gift" if Obi-Wan didn't do his biding. Qui-Gon made a point to remain standing, willing his legs not to buckle. He took a few steps forward to allow Obi-Wan, if he looked up, to see his former Master still standing at the balcony of the viewing stand. Qui-Gon kept one hand tight on the railing to keep himself upright in case the pain spasms became worse.
According to Martin Landel's threat, that was a very real possibility.
Qui-Gon could feel sweat beading on his forehead. The first time, he'd been run through so quickly he barely had time to register what happened before he found himself suddenly falling, hitting the floor, and then everything had gone dark until Obi-Wan came, the touch of his Padawan reviving him just barely. Now he could feel an invisible, burning point centering itself right over the old wound, as if the very tip of the Sith's lightsaber was hovering over his skin, about to drive home again.
Glancing to the side, he could see Goku was sitting down, expression neutral but face pale. He was trying to hide it like Qui-Gon was.
As for Callisto...Qui-Gon normally wouldn't allow himself to be distracted but he knew right now anything was a welcome one. Was she really trying to join Martin Landel? Did she really know what kind of being he was or was there an ulterior motive? His gaze roved from Callisto back down to the figure of Obi-Wan on the Coliseum floor; Obi-Wan would remember the Jedi Code and do what he had to, recognizing his emotions and setting them aside. He had to.
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Qui-Gon's hand tightened around his commlink, knuckles white, as he fought to accept it and let it flow through instead of rule him.
It was the lightsaber wound. The one he'd at first thought he impossibly survived against all odds, only to find he hadn't - Martin Landel had brought him back, taken him from death and the Force and now it looked like he would take back his "gift" if Obi-Wan didn't do his biding. Qui-Gon made a point to remain standing, willing his legs not to buckle. He took a few steps forward to allow Obi-Wan, if he looked up, to see his former Master still standing at the balcony of the viewing stand. Qui-Gon kept one hand tight on the railing to keep himself upright in case the pain spasms became worse.
According to Martin Landel's threat, that was a very real possibility.
Qui-Gon could feel sweat beading on his forehead. The first time, he'd been run through so quickly he barely had time to register what happened before he found himself suddenly falling, hitting the floor, and then everything had gone dark until Obi-Wan came, the touch of his Padawan reviving him just barely. Now he could feel an invisible, burning point centering itself right over the old wound, as if the very tip of the Sith's lightsaber was hovering over his skin, about to drive home again.
Glancing to the side, he could see Goku was sitting down, expression neutral but face pale. He was trying to hide it like Qui-Gon was.
As for Callisto...Qui-Gon normally wouldn't allow himself to be distracted but he knew right now anything was a welcome one. Was she really trying to join Martin Landel? Did she really know what kind of being he was or was there an ulterior motive? His gaze roved from Callisto back down to the figure of Obi-Wan on the Coliseum floor; Obi-Wan would remember the Jedi Code and do what he had to, recognizing his emotions and setting them aside. He had to.