Qui-Gon was fairly sure he was probably dying, but between his increasing Force perception, Sanzo's blinding bursts of energy and Callisto's calls for blood, he was feeling almost too disoriented to get lost in the fact he had a gaping lightsaber wound re-opening itself.
His eyes closed, Qui-Gon used the only sense that didn't seem to be failing him. He could pinpoint Callisto and Goku in the stands with him, sense Goku's own wounds, sense his concern, sense Callisto's own little dark swirls and impatience. Martin Landel - or, to be correct, his lack of aura, his void tinged on the outside with evil. Sanzo, glowing, too bright and all over the place, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where he stood, pure light in the Force pulsing and fluctuating.
There was the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting.
Obi-Wan had exhausted all other options, then. With the lightsaber out, he would fight in self-defense. It was difficult, with Qui-Gon's Force perception increased so dramatically, to tell whose pain was whose - he felt his own, burning in his stomach, burning right through and he also felt Obi-Wan's, felt something seem to pierce him near the shoulder. Slumped against his corner of the stands, propped up by one of the seats (the only thing keeping him upright), Qui-Gon couldn't control his emotions: he feared for Obi-Wan, felt real fear he couldn't simply accept and move on from. Even with everything growing dark, growing disconnected and yet impossibly more clear with the Force, Qui-Gon could only center on his fear for his friend. Somehow it was more real than even the damaged tissue and muscle he could feel from his injury.
It felt like that time with Tahl, when she had been kidnapped shortly before her death. There was something ugly and real there, something he could still feel there despite believing it to be gone all these years.
He opened his eyes and wasn't entirely surprised to see the world was blurry and darkening fast. His wound had been re-opened too much by Martin Landel for the delays earlier and now it was doing the rest of Landel's work for him. Just like the Head Doctor said, someone was going to die tonight. A little voice in Qui-Gon wondered if it would be him, if that would prevent Sanzo and Obi-Wan from killing each other. He didn't know. But the way his injury was undoing its healing from before, Qui-Gon knew he didn't have long.
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His eyes closed, Qui-Gon used the only sense that didn't seem to be failing him. He could pinpoint Callisto and Goku in the stands with him, sense Goku's own wounds, sense his concern, sense Callisto's own little dark swirls and impatience. Martin Landel - or, to be correct, his lack of aura, his void tinged on the outside with evil. Sanzo, glowing, too bright and all over the place, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where he stood, pure light in the Force pulsing and fluctuating.
There was the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting.
Obi-Wan had exhausted all other options, then. With the lightsaber out, he would fight in self-defense. It was difficult, with Qui-Gon's Force perception increased so dramatically, to tell whose pain was whose - he felt his own, burning in his stomach, burning right through and he also felt Obi-Wan's, felt something seem to pierce him near the shoulder. Slumped against his corner of the stands, propped up by one of the seats (the only thing keeping him upright), Qui-Gon couldn't control his emotions: he feared for Obi-Wan, felt real fear he couldn't simply accept and move on from. Even with everything growing dark, growing disconnected and yet impossibly more clear with the Force, Qui-Gon could only center on his fear for his friend. Somehow it was more real than even the damaged tissue and muscle he could feel from his injury.
It felt like that time with Tahl, when she had been kidnapped shortly before her death. There was something ugly and real there, something he could still feel there despite believing it to be gone all these years.
He opened his eyes and wasn't entirely surprised to see the world was blurry and darkening fast. His wound had been re-opened too much by Martin Landel for the delays earlier and now it was doing the rest of Landel's work for him. Just like the Head Doctor said, someone was going to die tonight. A little voice in Qui-Gon wondered if it would be him, if that would prevent Sanzo and Obi-Wan from killing each other. He didn't know. But the way his injury was undoing its healing from before, Qui-Gon knew he didn't have long.