responsibleformyownrisks | 001 { Siri's arrival

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[“Don’t worry so much.”...

One minute Siri was on Azure, dying, DEAD, and the next she... wasn't. She should be. But she wasn't. She was lying on the ground in a forest, of all places. Not a large one, there was a building close by - she could sense its inhabitants, although she didn't pay them any mind at the moment, too lost in the shock of arrival. Of dying. Drawing a sharp, desperate breath (not panicking; Jedi didn't panic. Not even dead ones), she faltered in rising to her feet. The sharp throb of pain in her shoulders; different from what she had been feeling not a moment ago, had her twisting around in an attempt to pinpoint the cause.

All she could do was STARE.]

KRIFF.

[Wings. She had wings. And they were blue. Force, now she knew she couldn't be dead. Unless becoming one with the Force was far stranger from what she'd been told... Not that that HELPED matters any. Or made her any less uneasy.

Or changed the simple fact that she SHOULD be dead. She exhaled unsteadily and forced herself to her feet, her wings flaring and ruffling in mirror to her emotions. Confusion, and the panic she was denying. First things first. She needed to find out where she was, what had happened. Then she could deal with... everything else. ]

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[Her eyes widen a little as she senses it. That's not... she's not used to sensing that much... uncontrolled emotion from him. And that worries her. His words don't help much. Kriff, what does this place DO? She reaches out to him, but she falters before she makes contact, dropping her hand back to her side. Her expression shifts to one he should be familiar with, a combination of exasperation and irritation, faint, but obvious, that he's seen before. Although it's been... a long time, for him.]

You don't have anything to apologise for. And there's nothing to forgive. [She frowns.] What do you mean, another souvenir of this world? [TALK to her, Obi-Wan. Please.]

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[Talk to her.

Blast.

On the one hand, given her position, he could understand her concern and frustration, given her position. On the other, she's only just recovered from the last open revelation he shared.

... Might as well give her what she asked for, then.]

"You recall my mentioning that this world brings back those who have died, on occasion."

[He sighs, trying not to think about the memories that thought immediately brings to his mind- a throng of cultists overwhelming him as his Force sensitivity is drained from him, a bomb falling that he's helpless to prevent- the horrible vision from after the first death, that horrible presence, eating away at him, consuming him-

... So much for not thinking about it.]

"Those who are brought here after their death are relatively unharmed- outside, on occasion, of some scar or blemish of their death- but those who die on this world are often brought back... diminished. Some might come back blind, for instance. Others have lost access to their superhuman abilities. Others lose memories. And... apparently, some of us instead lose our trained capacity for emotional control and discipline."

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[She regrets her question as soon as she asks it; she should be better than this. It's none of her kriffing business, but something has happened to him and he's her friend, has been her friend for a very long time. Whether she's dead or not. She worries (never mind that she would never say that aloud to anyone, least of all him, and half the time won't admit it to herself). Her stomach turns at what she senses from him. At his words.

He died.

Kriff, he died. This time she doesn't falter in her touching of him, her hand curling gently around his forearm in apology, blue eyes both haunted and horrified.]

[He turns back to meet her gaze as the hand touches his arm. The look on her face is absolutely heartbreaking.]

"Siri... I'm alright. It wasn't so horrible as all that."

[He manages to summon up a faint, weak smile.]

"Don't look at me like that, I beg you."

[There's a part of her that doesn't believe him, that CAN'T, not with what she's picking up from him in the Force. But she tries, offering him a smile that is as faint and as weak as his, laced with apology, her eyes still faintly carrying the heartbreaking expression from before. Her gaze drops, briefly, to where her hand curls around his arm, reassuring herself that he's there, he's there with her, and she squeezes gently, before withdrawing.]

It was... unexpected, that's all.

"Well, I was a bit surprised myself."

[He chuckles at his own joke.]

"Regardless, I simply count myself as fortunate that my emotional restraint is all I lost. I might have lost my connection to the Force altogether, for all I know- but even that wouldn't be permanent, here."

[She shakes her head, the faintest touch of amusement on her face. He's... a far better Jedi than she is; the best she knows. She will never admit that, of course. And she would only tell HIM under threat of death (and maybe not even then). But it's the truth.

She shivers. It seems that this is something she needs to get used to; it appears to be a part of Luceti, and so is she, now. So she should start getting used to the idea.]

Well, I don’t have to –

[And she abruptly changes what she’s going to say. She gives him a wry smile.]

I would rather only one of us experience death first-hand.

[The teasing in her voice is weak, and ruined somewhat by the look in her eyes. Because as simple and… uncomplicated as her death was (judging by what he’s told her of death in Luceti so far), it still had only just happened. And that he’d gone through something… similar, in any fashion, well, she wouldn’t wish that on ANYONE, let alone someone… let alone Obi-Wan.]

"We all do eventually."

[He makes a somewhat dismissive gesture with his hand.]

"What happened to me isn't significant."

[Or at least he'd rather they didn't dwell on it.]

"This is... well, the center of the village. It's not much more than you can see- small, less technologically advanced than what we're used to, sparsely inhabited. It's nearlyat the center of the enclosure, which makes navigation a bit easier."

[It’s easy to fall into familiar habits without much conscious thought, particularly with Obi-Wan. She’s known him a long time. She looks at him.]

Well, obviously. Doesn’t make it any less unpleasant

[Which means it had been, and he doesn’t want to dwell on it. It’s so painfully him that something loosens in her chest at the familiarity of it. It’s still difficult to breathe and she still feels… wrong, uncertain, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be as overwhelming as it is right now. Not with Obi-Wan there to frustrate her, get on her nerves, and otherwise distract her.

She sighs, softly, fingers unconsciously pressing against the spot on her chest where she’d been shot.]

So. This is where we’re calling home, now.

001 { Siri's arrival

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