anundine | more sad fic concepts i won't write

Mid-Clone Wars. Obi-wan shaking awake from a nightmare alone in his quarters, curling up in a tight little ball, acknowledging the fact that he would very badly like to have his hand held, and then quietly setting that longing aside because it would be inappropriate at best. He is a Jedi master, not a youngling. He cannot be comming other Jedi at all hours of the day and night because he has too much work and a bad dream–they all have bad dreams, and too much work. There’s a war on. He is Anakin’s master; it is Obi-wan’s role to be a font of stability, kindness, and comfort for his padawan, not the other way around. He is a general. He is part of the system that oppresses and kills the clones; to ask Cody or Rex or any of the vode to give up their sleep to deal with their superior’s emotions when it’s their brothers who are dying would be callous in the extreme.

He is a Jedi. To feel loneliness, loss, fear– that is allowed. expected. Part of being mortal. To let those emotions negatively impact others? That is unacceptable.

(crossposted from my tumblr here)