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lucetilogs2012-02-21 02:32 pm
thefinaljedi) wrote in lucetilogs2012-02-21 02:32 pm
Movie Marathon!
Who: Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Arsene Lupin III, Ami Mizuno, Adele Leblanc, Leonardo, Gambit, and anyone else who has the desire to show up.
What: Star Wars Movie Marathon
When: February 21st to whenever its done
Where: Luke and Ben's place
Summary: Luke and Ben have decided to just end the constant cycle of confusion and actually WATCH the Star Wars movies. There is soda (gasp!) popcorn, canned tea, and all sorts of other movie related nonsense.
Rating: PG, same as the movies (Could get PG13? doubtful)
What: Star Wars Movie Marathon
When: February 21st to whenever its done
Where: Luke and Ben's place
Summary: Luke and Ben have decided to just end the constant cycle of confusion and actually WATCH the Star Wars movies. There is soda (gasp!) popcorn, canned tea, and all sorts of other movie related nonsense.
Rating: PG, same as the movies (Could get PG13? doubtful)
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"Thank you."
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[He didn't need to thank her. This is what friends did for one another, what Remy and Henri did for her when she'd not been too proud to let them, what Ben himself has done for her on several occasions now. It was the least she could do. Adele says nothing more, just continues the embrace for however long or short Ben needs it...though she knew full well he would need it all the more soon.]
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He didn't react much during the battle, nor during the first part of the fight with Maul- he seemed more focused and analytical, as if perhaps he was trying to find mistakes that could have been corrected.
He felt foolish- in some ways he had spent his entire life compensating for the mistakes he had made during this battle. It was what had prompted him to shift from his Master's preferred Ataru form to his own more defensive Soresu. He had gone over every step in this battle time and again and he had realized that in a battle of aggression, the more vicious opponent would win an otherwise-even fight. Far better to wait it out until their aggression subsides, to stay alive until their drive wanes and you can take advantage of the mistakes of weariness without killing anybody.
The Maul and Qui-Gon ducked between the energy shields, the younger Obi-Wan too late to follow.
He knew what happened next, but he could not bring himself to look away.]
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You do not have to watch if you do not wish to Ben.
[There was no shame in looking away. He had to know this.]
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He looks on, his analytical look slowly changing to one of a man bracing for a pain he is all too familiar with, as Qui-Gon rushes into the chamber to engage Maul, an all too brief interchange.
It flashes to his younger self. He runs through several of the force shields, and this Obi-Wan, the Obi-Wan of now, can feel himself tensing, as if he could somehow expend the extra effort now and make himself move faster, to somehow get past the last force shield before it went back up.
It doesn't.
His hand is tight on Adele's again, and he watches his master die. His eyes mist, but he will not lose his composure. He cannot. He has to keep watching what comes next.
Because, though the rage at Darth Maul sings through his body just as it did that day, he has to analyze the rest of the fight.
He has to see if he could have saved Maul's life.]
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Ben's grip is almost tight enough to bruise, but she endures it. A momentary discomfort is more than worth whatever stability it brings the Jedi next to her. She grips back, offers Ben this outlet, this support, whatever she can, up until the moment the duel is over. The young man on screen rushes through, falters, fails, and succeeds in slaying his enemy.
Then she turns back to him, free hand covering the one already squeezing hers. It aches, a little, in the points, the bones, but it won't bruise. There is no way it aches near as much as what it is Ben felt then, or is feeling now. She looks up at him, the offer unspoken but present.]
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But part of him feels that if he learns from it, he could change something in the future.
And another part of him feels that he's the one who failed to save Qui-Gon's life.
But he looks, and he sees... nothing. Nothing that a duelist of his level at the time could do differently.
Perhaps in the past, if he'd thought about it, he'd have been able to hinder Maul, to throw stumbling blocks at him.
To avoid the kick that had separated them.
To move faster catching up.
But the truth, and he knew it, was that none of these things could have happened, because he simply wasn't ready. He was only a Padawan, just barely on the verge of knighthood.
Logically, he knew that should have made it feel better. There was no mistake, nothing he could have done differently, no way he could have changed anything.
It didn't. Because once again, there it was. For everybody to see. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The great mediocrity. Always coasting by on luck and chance to things he did not deserve. Luck in becoming a Padawan when he was too mediocre to impress another master, luck in catching a Sith Lord who had otherwise utterly bested him off-guard, luck in obtaining a talented apprentice that had helped him rise to fame.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Obi-Wan.
He turns to Adele and sees the look on her face, of concern, of sympathy, of support. He realizes he's been holding her hand too tightly, and he quickly lets it go.
Instead, he slips both arms around her again and simply holds her, as he watches the aftermath of the battle.
Somehow it amused him that even then, R2 had been the one who helped Anakin pull off something both incredibly foolish and incredibly impressive.]
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Honesty. Integrity. Compassion. Sincerity. Traits she has seen far too little of in her life. Traits Ben has in spades. No matter his failures, he was, is, and ever shall be a good man, an honorable Jedi Knight. That much she knows. Of that, she is certain.
When Ben releases her hand she takes a moment to rub her palm and knuckles, leaning into his side. Her head finds that little curve, that faint nook easily enough and she closes her eyes. She's seen the ending before. Right now she's content to breathe for Ben, should he need it.]
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His arm tightens a bit around Adele's shoulders as Palpatine approaches the young Anakin. It had seemed so innocent at the time, little more than a professional curiosity, an acknowledgement of the boy's feat aboard the droid ship, but in hindsight he could see it for how sinister it truly was.
He finally withdraws his arms from around Adele as the end credits rolled- as if he had only just realized what he was doing- and sighed.]
"I am sorry if I hurt your hand."
[He knew holding her as he had toward the end of the movie was foolish, dangerous. A bad idea, to rely upon an emotional connection for strength and resolve. It fosters attachment, and destroys focus.]
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[Adele had, she was more than a little ashamed to say, dozed off a bit at the end there. She only comes too when Ben pulls his arms away, she sits up on her own and rubs at her eyes, wincing when she uses the hand Ben had been holding. Apparently she'd been wrong, purple smudges were beginning to bloom around her fingers and knuckles, where the pressure had been the worst. She gives her hand an experimental flex, twitches at the sensation, and curls her fingers to her palm one by one. Sore, a little tender, but not terrible.]
It is not the worst I've endured Ben. You're forgiven.