Drabble #24

[matril]

Not Yet
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"How did my father die?"

Obi-Wan looked at Luke's earnest, trusting face. His eyes were curious, like his father's. But his expression was so much like Padmé's, so ready to believe in Anakin's goodness. The plea she had spoken with her last breath echoed in her son's simple question. And he couldn't deny it, not yet.

So he retreated into the safety of a partial truth. Darth Vader betrayed and murdered your father.

Luke absorbed the carefully framed story with a sober nod, his father still securely standing on the old pedestal. Obi-Wan unobtrusively released the breath he had been holding. Later. He would tell him later, when Luke was ready. When Obi-Wan was ready.
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Comments

[sreya.livejournal.com]

Very nice, and I think very in character for Obi-Wan!

You're making me feel so guilty about neglecting my drabbles....... eep.

[matril.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And don't feel guilty - law school is an excellent reason to be neglecting drabbles. ;)

[lazypadawan.livejournal.com]

Another nice drabble.

[matril.livejournal.com]

Thanks!