new-anon:

He draws in one more sip of his milkshake, extending the meal beyond the bounds of his own appetite, and Qui-Gon wipes his hands then leans back in his seat. The crowd has thinned out as midday becomes midafternoon, Coruscant’s day proceeding in a strictly civil fashion. At last, well fed and watered, Qui-Gon’s sights alight on Obi-Wan, and his expression turns ponderous.

“You can speak about it, if you’d like,” he says. “What happened before. To you.”

A scene from @tessiete‘s One Human Thought, Chapter 9

new-anon:

He draws in one more sip of his milkshake, extending the meal beyond the bounds of his own appetite, and Qui-Gon wipes his hands then leans back in his seat. The crowd has thinned out as midday becomes midafternoon, Coruscant’s day proceeding in a strictly civil fashion. At last, well fed and watered, Qui-Gon’s sights alight on Obi-Wan, and his expression turns ponderous.

“You can speak about it, if you’d like,” he says. “What happened before. To you.”

A scene from @tessiete‘s One Human Thought, Chapter 9