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Sea of Time
by Beth
for Jaxamari
The sea of time is endless, and men can only live on its shores, Obi-Wan remembers. It's a fragment of a tale that Qui-Gon had told him decades ago, a parable on sadness. He should be reaching for the emotionless meditation of the Jedi, but as the night falls over Geonosis all he can remember are those two lines, over and over again.
His calves ache where the forcefield cuffs provide points of support, and Dooku is somewhere in that darkness.
Tell me your thoughts, and the voice is more like a thought than anything else, easing itself smoothly into Obi-Wan's mind, deep and dark as night.
"The sea of time is endless," he whispers through cracked lips. "I kept telling Qui-Gon that we have the Force to guide us and guard us, but he said that doesn't change the fact we are staring at the sea, waiting to drown."
That is what gives life meaning, something - someone? - whispers into his ear. Don't fight that sea. Dive into it, into its darkness. Become one with it, and let it fill your - spirit.
There is a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, and he leans his head back until the long fingers are digging into his larynx. He doesn't trust the air to convey his words as well as it does the other's. His voice is not dark enough.
"What gives life meaning is to face the darkness and conquer it," he chokes out. "No matter the moments of weakness."
Those fingers tighten, and the darkness threatens to take him after all.
Defiance becomes you, Master Kenobi, Dooku says. We have all night.