It was indeed another two years before they met again.
Conflict within the Galactic Republic continued to grow, Separatists growing in numbers, and now a vote was to be made on the passing of a Republican Army. The debate was beyond heated, it was dangerous and polarized to the point of distrust everywhere.
Padme was tossed between Naboo and Coruscant in endless debates and negotiations, while Obi-Wan was pulled to every corner of the galaxy on missions to maintain or bring about peace between warring factions, more often than not with his padawan, Anakin, at his side. Through all of this, Obi-Wan and Padme's paths never crossed. They were only able to receive whisperings here and there of what was happening with the other. As ever, their duties came first, and neither of them ever reached out to one another. Neither of them had the freedom or the foolishness.
In his meditations, Obi-Wan often wondered if it was a mistake to spend that night with her. It returned to his thoughts more often than he liked, and yet it was a wonderful memory. If he could not banish it from his mind, he could at least think on it with a positive spin. What else was it other than two dear friends letting off steam? Neither of them formed any attachments, no codes broken. Even if he felt an ache in his heart to think of how many parsecs separated them, or so few. He could see her apartment from the Jedi temple, and there were times he knew she was on the planet. All he would have to do was jump in a speeder and fly to her balcony… But no. Somehow, he never lost balance within himself. It took all that he had to maintain the composure that he tried to impart into his young padawan. What kind of a master would he be if he did not lead by example?
That inner balance was put to the ultimate test when he returned to Coruscant from a border dispute mission in Ansion. No sooner had he and Anakin stepped onto the landing pad were they summoned to the Jedi Council. Only Master Yoda and Master Windu were present. This did not seem to require the entire council.
"First of all," Mace Windu said calmly, a leg crossed over the other, his fingers steepled. "Welcome back, Master Kenobi and Young Skywalker… Hours ago, there was an assassination attempt made on Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo. We have no doubt that it is directly related to her arrival for the vote on the Military Creation Act. Captain Typho, who is in charge of her security, had reached out to us on this matter. He explained to us that the Senator has been the target of many threats, few of which ever manifested beyond words. This time it was a bomb which cost the life of her decoy…"
Obi-Wan listened, betrayed no reaction, but hearing Padme's name in the same breath as 'assassination' did make his heart stop for a moment. He thought he detected a glance from Master Yoda, but the smaller master instantly turned his gaze to Anakin. Obi-Wan felt it too. The boy, now almost 20 years of age, was vibrating with tension.
"Her would-be assassin is still out there," said Master Windu. "Master Kenobi and Skywalker, you will go to Senator Amidala's residence and provide security for her until she is able to attend the senate vote."
Anakin's excitement practically filled the room, a light appearing on his face that Obi-Wan hadn't seen in some time. His apprentice's crush, and how long it had lasted, was comical to say the least.
"We get to see her? We will be there with her as her bodyguards?"
It was amazing to think this now towering warrior was still such a boy. Obi-Wan contained a smile. "Yes, Anakin, I believe that is what was said a moment ago…"
Mace Windu did not look amused, and neither did Yoda. They never had found amusement in Anakin's behavior, but Obi-Wan knew the boy well enough to know that to judge him by his wayward emotions was not a fair assessment of his abilities.
"Many feelings, this incident provokes," Yoda finally spoke, slowly. "Very personal, this mission is for you. Beware of these feelings, you must. Attachments, you must not have."
Yoda's attention was on Anakin, but as he concluded his head canted and he looked to Obi-Wan. It was as if the old Jedi Master was seeing straight through him.
"You will go to her now, she is expecting you," Master Windu said as he rose to his feet. "Let us hope that the assassin will not have the audacity to make any further attempts. May the Force be with you."
"And with you, Masters…." said Obi-Wan as he and Anakin bowed in unison.
As per the recommendation of Chancellor Palpatine, the Jedi Council were assigning two of their own to serve as protection—Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his padawan. The moment Typho said Obi-Wan's name, Padme felt the air leave her lungs and she couldn't help smiling at the prospect of seeing him. To have him here now, she felt that perhaps things would be alright. She was suddenly less jumpy with every sound or movement around her.
She waited as patiently as she could with Typho and Dorme, the three of them sullen and quiet as they thought about the loss of Corde. There was now such a hole without her there, and Padme could not shake the guilt of having a decoy in the first place. She did not believe that anyone should die in her stead, but it was the Queen's orders to keep the senator safe. Jar Jar Binks, who had arrived at Coruscant some days earlier than them in preparation for the vote, also came to her apartment and expressed his joy in seeing her alive in the only way that a Gungan could. But Jar Jar was far from tactful in his ability to hide his own concerns about assassination attempts, blubbering a bit about his fears of assassins hiding behind curtains or under beds.
He finally stopped talking when there was a chime at the door. They had been receiving so many visitors that day after the incident that Padme allowed Jar Jar to see who it was before she left her place of solace on the balcony. The noise of the city helped quiet her mind.
"Senator Padme!" Jar Jar called out, drawing her attention. "Deesa palos here! Lookie lookie, Senator! Deesa Jedi arriven!"
She fought the urge to run, the doorway of the balcony blocking her view of the visitors. But as she turned the corner and saw the familiar sight of robes, her gaze was immediately on Obi-Wan. His hair was much longer, his beard just a little fuller, but looking as handsome as ever and she could not help the bright smile that appeared to see him, her heart beating a thousand times a minute.
But she tightened the smile to restrain it, to not seem overly pleased. Especially when he was the only one to bow to her, the way she told him not to after she was no longer queen. He was being cheeky.
"It's a great pleasure to see you again, my lady…" he said so nonchalantly, extending a hand to her.
They shook hands like old diplomats, so formal and matter of fact that she wanted to laugh.
"It has been far too long, Master Kenobi," she still grinned as she continued the charade of formality, but her voice felt so strained to keep it as neutral as his.
It was painfully true to her, though, that two years was too long. For a moment she was lost in his gaze, realizing she nearly forgot how blue his eyes were, but how their color could change when the light hit them just right, and he held her there within his gaze. There was another Jedi there, though, lurking behind quietly and she looked to him over Obi-Wan's shoulder. It took only seconds to realize who this young man was that was staring at her so shyly.
"Ani?" she said with disbelief. "My goodness, you've grown!"
He sulked forward with a smile and Obi-Wan stepped back, looking rather proud. Anakin looked straight into her in a way that arrested her attention, but made her blood run suddenly cold.
"So have you…" he said. "Grown more beautiful, I mean…"
That wasn't what Jedi were supposed to say. She stared.
"Well… F-for a senator, I mean…" he stammered.
It was then that she realized he was just a nervous boy, and she managed a light chuckle to ease the awkwardness. This was the same youth who had naively called her an angel all those years ago, sweet and honest to a fault.
"Ani, you will always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine…"
It was wonderful to see Anakin again after so long, but she had trouble fighting the urge to look towards Obi-Wan, to speak with him and ask him about everything he has done in these past years. Instead, she regained her political persona and ended this casual conversation to return to the immediate crisis, and she turned for the couch, expecting the others to join.
What followed as they sat down to discuss the situation was strange. Anakin was obtusely disobedient of Obi-Wan in a way that even seemed to surprise the Jedi master. The awkwardness was felt by all who witnessed it, she could see the agitation in Obi-Wan. Was Anakin showing off in front of her?
Worst of all, she wanted to open an investigation into whoever it was that wanted her dead, to weed out the opposition that would take such measures, and Obi-Wan disagreed. She couldn't help the sting of hurt when he talked of not "exceeding their mandate" as given to them by the council. He was there to follow orders. It wasn't about her or the bigger picture of the vote that could change history.
Anakin argued to investigate. In that moment it as though he was the only one who felt as strongly as she did about answers.
It would seem the friendship she had with Obi-Wan really had changed, and maybe that was why she hadn't seen him in so long. Perhaps he chose to stay away.
"Perhaps with merely your presence the mystery surrounding this threat will be revealed…" she spoke with her diplomatic cadence, directly to Obi-Wan. Distant. Vague. If he wanted to keep this professional, then she was more than able to. And yet, she couldn't help looking to Anakin, whose head was bowed with insincere submission to his master.
It was hard to breathe with so many people in the room and Obi-Wan so close yet so far. She rose to her feet
"Now if you'll excuse me… I will retire…"
Dorme in anticipation of helping her prepare for bed, took the lead to her bedroom, and Padme felt that she could not walk fast enough in her cumbersome skirts to get away from the Jedi. Obi-Wan felt so cold to her and Anakin's eyes burned a little too hotly into her. She didn't know what to do with these feelings, but she did know that on top of being the target of an assassin, she was further confused. That old need for Obi-Wan wasn't as faded away by time as she had given herself credit for.
The next morning, Obi-Wan and Anakin were standing on the balcony of Padme's apartment, the sun beginning to rise over the city, its beams piercing through the tall structures from its low point on the horizon. To look at them, one would think they had been there all through a peaceful night.
Except the window to her bedroom was blown out, and some maintenance droids were in the process of cleaning out the remaining pieces of glass. Obi-Wan quietly inspecting a toxic saberdart in his hand, and Anakin pacing slowly with restraint. Obi-Wan could feel the frustration vibrating from the boy.
The Master Jedi was utilizing every skill he knew to appear so calm. Unlike his apprentice, he was able to control his feelings and how he expressed them. Well. That was perhaps more true yesterday before they had arrived here.
The way Padme had looked at Anakin—now much taller and arguably more handsome—irritated Obi-Wan. He made the excuse to himself at first that he was annoyed with his padawan's behavior, but the more he thought about it, the more that Anakin talked about her with such single-mindedness, Obi-Wan realized it was making him irrationally jealous. Why should he be jealous? He and Padme had no attachments. Anakin was sworn to the Jedi Order. There was no danger there. Everyone knew their place.
Besides, jealousy denoted ownership. The adage that Master Yoda always used was that 'Jealousy is the shadow if greed.' And Obi-Wan knew that Padme belonged to no one, nor did he wish to have her. It was her independence that he had always admired.
The emotions he felt in that small interaction were bad enough in themselves. But when the attempt was made on Padme's life as she slept, Obi-Wan had forgotten himself for a moment.
Just long enough to jump out a window.
That was the very thing he always told Anakin not to do.
So Obi-Wan centered himself, calmed his thoughts and focused on their task at hand.
"The council needs to open an investigation…" Anakin said quietly through his teeth. "We shouldn't have let him get away."
"Relax. He had the lead on us and we have all the clues we need. And unless you keep a rocket on your back, we were already disadvantaged in catching up to that bounty hunter. If I'm not mistaken, he looked Mandalorian." He was, of course, being modest. He had spent enough time in Mandalore as a youth to know damn well what their armor looked like.
"I could have caught him." Anakin declared.
"Know your limits, young one. Accept your defeats and learn from them."
Anakin took in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, as he often did when plunging into meditation to calm his raging mind. Obi-Wan was proud to see him do it without needing to be told to.
Padme stepped out onto the balcony with them, wrapped tightly in a thick robe that she clutched at her neck, the curls of her hair dancing with the breeze of the city's morning. She looked exhausted, clearly she didn't sleep since last night. Dorme was on one side of her, R2-D2 on the other.
"Good morning, my lady," Obi-Wan greeted politely.
"We will get to the bottom of this, Padme, I promise," Anakin declared.
Her brow was furrowed and she looked to Obi-Wan directly. He felt a twinge, guilt for failing her.
"Have you heard from the council yet?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "The moment Captain Typho arrives to watch you, we shall report to the council for our next orders."
"Will they be expanding your mandate?"
Her tone was a little short, using his own words back at him.
"Perhaps," he said.
"They cannot take it lightly any longer, Senator," Anakin's attempt to sound professional was almost passable, but Obi-Wan knew him too well. And the boy's gaze was far too fixated on Padme.
He felt an impulse to tell Anakin to stop talking and leave her alone, but that reaction was not coming from a rational place.
"We should have opened an investigation yesterday," she said. "Rather than this sitting and waiting. Someone wants to stop me from voting and are not afraid to resort to violence."
"We may have seen more if the cameras were not covered in your room," Obi-Wan pointed out. "And using yourself as bait is hardly the most effective way to catch a killer who obviously prefers to attack from afar."
"I had Artoo watching me."
She was arguing, being stubborn in a way that was all too familiar. He didn't find it very endearing this time and he folded his arms, forcing calm. "And a fine watch guard a droid turned out to be."
"If circumstance has proven anything, he is obviously as capable as any Jedi. Now if you'll excuse me, I must get ready for the day."
She made certain she had the last word and turned, walking away with Dorme. Artoo stayed there, though, finally letting out a small chirp.
"Don't take it personal, Artoo…" said Anakin. "Master Kenobi doesn't have anything against droids."
Obi-Wan wasn't sure he entirely agreed with that, but to spare Artoo's feelings (did droids have feelings?) he made no response. Padme was angry with him, it was flaring off of her in great bursts and he had the distinct feeling that it wasn't all because of the assassination attempt. Her life had been in danger before and she never took her anger out on someone else.
"She is right, Master," said Anakin.
"Don't you start agreeing with her," Obi-Wan gently warned.
At last, Captain Typho arrived and the Jedi were relieved of duty to report to the council. They took a speeder together back to the Jedi Temple to meet with Master Yoda and Master Windu, who set out the next step of their assignment in light of the new details of a bounty hunter being sent after Padme. Obi-Wan was specifically ordered to open an investigation to discover the identity of the bounty hunter and whoever it was who hired him. While he was glad to be in charge of such an important task, it raised the question of who would protect Padme.
That assignment was given to Anakin, and Obi-Wan could not keep his brow from furrowing. He could feel the elation in his young Padawan. Surely it was from having his first assignment on his own, but there was no denying how often he had spoke about Padme in just the past two days. Anakin was told to entreat Chancellor Palpatine in order to convince Padme to go into hiding, and the involvement of yet another politician did not make it easier for Obi-Wan to calm his mind. A myriad of emotions were bubbling beneath the surface, and he knew he was failing in burying them when Master Yoda's gaze pierced into him.
Obi-Wan was given control in finding answers, in seeking out whoever dared to endanger Padme. This sense of righteousness concerned him, but not as much as the taste of jealousy he felt that Anakin would be spending time alone with her. There would always be that part of Obi-Wan that longed to have her alone again, the world forgotten around them.
It was that part of him that told him the separation was absolutely required. It would have been far too dangerous for him to be her bodyguard. There were attachments there, but he feared it was one sided. He wondered too if Master Yoda had sensed it in him and made the choice to keep him away from her. He was grateful that the Jedi master did not place him within range of temptation. However, Anakin was hardly much better. The boy was transparent in his attraction to the senator. This was going to be a trial for them all.
Obi-Wan separated from Anakin temporarily with plans to rendezvous at the platform with a transport freight for Naboo. His padawan went to meet with Chancellor Palpatine. Obi-Wan often had misgivings about Anakin's friendship with the Chancellor. It made him uneasy, and he was self-secure enough to know that it was not jealousy of his apprentice having another mentor. Indeed, Jedi had many masters, Obi-Wan having learned from Yoda or Made Windu as much as he had learned from his dear master Qui-Gon. No, what bothered him was the Chancellor's interest in the boy, which was surely geared towards some political gain.
And yet, at this moment in time, he intended to take advantage of his padawan's mission taking him elsewhere. It gave Obi-Wan a short window in time to steal away. To go to her.
Maybe it was fear that told him to stay away, but after the events of the previous day, there was too much to be said. Not long after they had left the Jedi council with their assignment, Obi-Wan was in a civilian speeder, pulling up to the very window that he had jumped out of the night before. Droids were buzzing around it, taking measurements, beeping at each other and warbling their repair plans together.
Obi-Wan leapt out of the speeder and through the open window. He knew no one was in her room, he could sense and hear the voices on the other side of the surprisingly thin wall. It was so thin, every word could be heard from the lobby. That meant Padme must have easily heard him last night when he was telling Anakin how untrustworthy politicians were, including her. Wonderful. No wonder she was cross with him.
From what he could glean, Padme was making a call to summon Representative Jar Jar Binks. It only made sense that her fellow representative of Naboo be involved, but Obi-Wan still had his reservations of the Gungan's competency. Like everything in the Gungan's life, things happened to him by chance. Including his political position. This was why the Jedi didn't trust politicians.
Padme ended her call and was heading for the bedroom, he could hear her steps in the corridor. But she wasn't alone when she walked into the room, Dorme was walking close beside her.
"What will you do now, milady?" Dorme spoke softly, but urgently.
"I don't know," Padme said sharply. He could feel the anger steaming from her. "Everyone else seems to be making the decisions for me, and I have little say in the matter…"
He had stepped into her wardrobe mere seconds before they entered, his back pressed against the wall of soft dresses and cloaks that she possessed. This entire space smelled of Padme, in a way that made him think back to lying naked with her, tasting her. He closed his eyes to banish the memories and the thoughts. To focus on the here and now.
Hiding in the closet, he wished Dorme would leave the room. But wishing something into reality was not an ability that Jedi possessed, so he was patient and hoping the handmaiden wouldn't go into the closet. The woman did not seem to be simple-minded, he did not expect any mind tricks to work on her. To say nothing of the fact that he respected the personal attendant of Padme Amidala too much to want to toy with her mind.
They talked, he waited.
"I'll make us some tea," Dorme finally said, much to his relief.
He peeked out, seeing the handmaiden walk out of the room. He counted to three, sensing that she was indeed leaving, and with a light wave of two fingers, he shut the door. Padme didn't seem to notice, apparently assuming that Dorme had shut the door behind her. Padme was standing a ways from the gaping window, the breeze blowing into the room. But her hair was so perfectly placed that it did not stir in the wind, her hair and clothes a perfect work of art.
"Hello there," he said softly as he stepped out of the closet.
She turned sharply with a gasp, lips parting. Their eyes met for a moment, neither of them saying anything, alone together for the first time in years. Gathering up her skirts she rushed to him, her arms opening. He should have stopped her in her tracks, dodged her, drew his lightsaber—anything to not do exactly what he did by gathering her against him in the way he had been aching to do when he saw her again, when she was nearly killed.
He needed to tell her that they could not do this, that they needed distance.
"Padme—"
She had taken his face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss, intense and passionate, built up over the past two years of being apart. And he could not resist it.
He melted into her, returning the kiss, pulling her in closer. She was pushing him with her body now, with surprising strength for so petite a physique.
He let her push him backward onto her freshly made bed, and in all the layers of petticoats and long sleeves, she crawled on top of him gracefully, straddling over him with alarming authority. He was a little tangled up in his own robes at this point, but she seemed to know what she was this was where he should tell her to stop.
Even in the dizzying haze of sexual madness, he sensed her desperation for him, the need for this physical release after such a harrowing night. But there was more than that. He sensed such love from her, even in the way she looked at him from above, her chest heaving, her cheeks red.
He sat up, his hands supporting her, mouths meeting again. Her fingers were in his hair now, pulling, caressing. And together they finished in a silent supernova, bodies hot and locked together. It felt like a lifetime but ended all too quickly.
Breathless and trembling, she didn't dismount from him just yet. She continued to cradle his face in her hands, noses touching, labored breaths colliding between them.
"What were you thinking jumping out the window like that…?" she whispered.
"I wasn't thinking," he confessed, unable to conjure some witty retort. It was difficult to think with her on top of him, his body radiating fire. "Which is what concerns me. Padme…" he whispered still, meeting her gaze. "We must end this..."
"I know," she said weakly, her fingers tracing his jaw beneath the beard. "We said we weren't attached…"
Still breathless, his lips found their way to her neck, all without thought. He felt her shudder and she gently pushed at his chest. She carefully climbed off of him and they both straightened their clothes, crawling off the bed and back onto their feet. He had a bit of trouble untwisting his hood.
"What do we do?" she asked, looking into the mirror to be sure her elaborately styled hair wasn't too misplaced.
He stepped near enough to be heard at a whisper, so that his voice wouldn't carry through the thin walls. "We must think past ourselves… I have already experienced alarming clouding in my judgement because of my feelings for you. If I were to leave the Jedi Order—"
"No!" she turned to him, but he raised a reassuring hand.
"I can't leave the Order any more than you could retire from being a Senator…"
"What if I did?"
It was pure folly in her quick response. He sighed and looked at her knowingly. Her eyes dipped beneath thick lashes.
"No, I never could…" she quietly admitted. Though her face was down, hiding it a little from him, he could still see it enough to see her expression contort a little with a sudden surge of pain. She sniffed lightly, wiped her eye, and looked boldly to him. "So we carry on as we always have as friends. Nothing more."
Her bravery broke his heart, but as always she impressed him with her ability to be strong in the face of pain, to put her duty first. He nodded and battled the need to touch her again.
"I meant what I said, Padme… That nothing could lessen our friendship."
"Was it your choice to not be my bodyguard?" She was bracing herself, as if ready for a harsh truth.
"No… The council made the decision…" He didn't want to tell her that he suspected Yoda knew, or at least sensed the emotional turmoil on Obi-Wan's part. "I have more experience than Anakin when it comes to investigating. He will keep you safe. I trust him with my own life."
He sensed that she was uneasy, he assumed it was the dangerous circumstances, and he wanted to hold her. So he stepped away.
"The council wants you to return to Naboo until things are safe," he said gently.
The insult was clear on her face. "I'm not going to hide. I won't leave. Not until the vote."
"Anakin is speaking to Chancellor Palpatine at this moment, to ensure that you do as the council commands. I'm afraid you don't have many options, Padme…"
She was staring at him in a way that he knew would be lethal if she knew how to use the Force.
"I wish I could be like you, Obi-Wan…" she said suddenly. "I wish I knew how to just… shut myself off from feeling anything. Maybe I can learn."
And he could feel it, all the pain she was feeling at this moment for a man she only saw every couple of years or so. "Even if we can't shut out feelings, we can at least be rational despite them. On my part, even if I find myself confused or passionate, I can be sure of one thing. I can be sure of the Jedi Code that I have sworn myself to. My love for you is forbidden."
Her breath caught, and the turmoil that he sensed in her intensified. He said too much. She opened her mouth to speak, but there came a voice at her door.
"My lady?" it was Dorme. "There is a call for you from Chancellor Palpatine."
"I will see you in a few hours when you leave for Naboo…" he said quietly. Even in the promise to see her again, this felt like a permanent farewell.
"Goodbye."
That was all she said, and he stepped out of the window, landing into the speeder that he hired. Even though it hurt to say goodbye to her as a lover, he was more determined than ever to track down whoever it was that wanted her dead.
No, she wasn't putting her duty first when she agreed to stop seeing Obi-Wan. She would have stepped down from her position as senator in a heartbeat if it meant being with him, but she could not allow him to do the same. To be a Jedi was a commitment of life, heart, mind, and soul, and Obi-Wan Kenobi was the best of them, as far as she was concerned. She could not rob him of that identity. She didn't want to find herself living with him years later, seeing the regret in his eyes. She felt a piece of herself had been taken when she was no longer a queen, she knew it would be infinitely more scarring for a Jedi to leave the order.
Obi-Wan was able to see this more objectively than she could and she trusted his judgment. She knew he cared, she felt it when he touched her, the way he looked at her and spoke to her, the way that he kissed her, and if he could be strong enough to end it, so could she.
Then he had to use that word.
My love for you is forbidden.
My love.
They had avoided that word, so careful not to utter it, and he spoke it as if he was casting it off once and for all. He loved her? Was she willing to admit that maybe she loved him too? They had so little time together, years apart, scattered moments. Passion, maybe, but it couldn't be love. All she knew was that she felt angry at him and wanted nothing more than to be with him.
It was safest for them to be apart, because if he was the one accompanying her to Naboo, she would go mad. The necessity of their separation didn't make it any easier when they finally parted ways on the transport. She said goodbye to Dorme, and perhaps overcorrected in her professionalism with Obi-Wan by calling him "Master Jedi."
It was difficult not to notice how often he forced his gaze away from her, even as she walked away with Anakin, their luggage in tow, R2-D2 at their heels. She made a conscious effort not to look back. The farther she moved away from Obi-Wan, the less sure she was of anything.
"Suddenly I'm afraid…" she didn't mean to say it out loud.
"This is my first assignment on my own…" Anakin said. "I am too."
It surprised her to hear a Jedi admit to fear—her own bodyguard no less. But then, she had always been made aware of Anakin's vulnerability, and even now as an adult he was not afraid to show it to her.
"Don't worry, we have R2 with us," he added with a smile, clearly to ease the anxiety.
She laughed. It felt good to laugh with the tears she had been holding back.
Obi-Wan watched from the transport as Padme and Anakin walked away. Not once did she turn around to look back, and he was glad. It showed her resolve, even though she hated everything about having to run away. He could feel how afraid she was, the anger in her. Having a bounty hunter after you at a crucial point in your career and in the galaxy, it was understandable. But he did wonder how much of that anger was directed towards him.
He shook himself from dwelling on the negative speculation. It was unneeded distraction. He only hoped that she would at least find some peace being at home, until this was solved.
He could hear them laughing, and that was all the comfort Obi-Wan needed to know that she would be okay. Anakin, with all his hot headedness, had grown up to be a good man. He would be a good friend when she needed one. But Obi-Wan had a sinking feeling that it would not stop there.
"I do hope he doesn't try anything foolish…" he spoke when Captain Typho stood beside him.
Typho didn't even hesitate in his reply. "I'd be more concerned about her doing something than him…"
