Stars burst in Obi-Wan's line of sight, which suddenly gave way to another vision.
Qui-Gon's hulking form drove a blood-stained sword through a spider's body, pinning it to the soil beneath it. There was no remorse over ending a creature's life -- only cold precision and efficiency. The spider gave a horrific squeal, legs twitching violently as it struggled against the blade. When it finally fell still, his friend pulled the weapon free.
Alone, he turned and, without sparing the monster a second glance, hurried along his way. Intent, hell-bent on finding something...or someone. A trail of anger, regret, fear and sadness seemed to follow him where he went -- a feeling as overwhelming and vast as space itself, except there were no stars. Only darkness.
Like when he'd lost Tahl, Obi-Wan realized as the haze cleared. And within that moment, he knew he couldn't let Qui-Gon endure that kind of grief twice -- not when everything they'd been taught to hold onto was in jeopardy as it was. Not when Martin Landel was wielding this kind of power over not only them, but the entire universe. Not when his friend needed him.
It was selfish, yes, but it was what drove Obi-Wan to tighten his grip on the lightsaber's handle and, with an angry hum, drive it forward, deep into the tendrils of parchment.
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Qui-Gon's hulking form drove a blood-stained sword through a spider's body, pinning it to the soil beneath it. There was no remorse over ending a creature's life -- only cold precision and efficiency. The spider gave a horrific squeal, legs twitching violently as it struggled against the blade. When it finally fell still, his friend pulled the weapon free.
Alone, he turned and, without sparing the monster a second glance, hurried along his way. Intent, hell-bent on finding something...or someone. A trail of anger, regret, fear and sadness seemed to follow him where he went -- a feeling as overwhelming and vast as space itself, except there were no stars. Only darkness.
Like when he'd lost Tahl, Obi-Wan realized as the haze cleared. And within that moment, he knew he couldn't let Qui-Gon endure that kind of grief twice -- not when everything they'd been taught to hold onto was in jeopardy as it was. Not when Martin Landel was wielding this kind of power over not only them, but the entire universe. Not when his friend needed him.
It was selfish, yes, but it was what drove Obi-Wan to tighten his grip on the lightsaber's handle and, with an angry hum, drive it forward, deep into the tendrils of parchment.