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"I’m uh, I’m a biographer by trade. You wouldn’t know my name but I’ve almost certainly ghost-written something that you’ve read and this— This seems like um, this seems like a story worth telling well."
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I'm glad you think so, given the circumstances. If I ever find some real tea out here I'll be sure to share it with you.
[ He gives her a moment to enjoy it before gesturing one hand in question. ]
Why do you say it's just as well?
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[She's much more of a wine lady, but she's not going to talk about that and make herself look like a lush. Instead she takes another sip, eyebrow quirking at the question. Ah, she may have said too much.]
It's just that I work fine on my own. And there's important work to be done at home, so it's for the best that only one of us is indisposed.
[It's a clinical, thought out answer, although not untrue. She desperately wants to return home - if the Hunger returns before she gets back... no, she won't think about it.]
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Something stronger next time, then.
[ He sobers some as the conversation continues, nodding in understanding. After all, his mission before finding himself here was... serious. ]
I have a feeling that perhaps it isn't quite so straightforward as that. You see, Anakin is from my past and Cal is from my future. I can only assume that there must be something else at play here.
[ His gaze finally roves for the first time, out over the lake. Now that he's aware of them, he can sense both young men that direction far in the distance. ]
I can only assume the Force expects something of us.
[ Because somewhere in the back of his mind whispers: Mortis. This isn't the first time he has been in this situation, plucked from time. He had assumed it was some kind of dream or hallucination. Maybe he was wrong. ]
Perhaps of all of us.
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You mean, time travel?
[Immediately she feels a prickling on the back of her neck. New worlds and illusions and the like were all strange, but anything messing with the flow of time...
She thinks of the Temporal Chalice. The chill of understanding that they would never know what havoc it wrought because no one can truly observe a change in time. How many histories had it wiped out?
Realizing that she's sitting frozen, she drags her gaze back down to the tea. Watches the ripples on the water.]
Aren't you worried you're going to change things. By having someone from the past here?
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The words sit between them, heavy. It is a reminder of what is perceived to be the good and proper choice — and the fact Obi-Wan is deliberately choosing the opposite. What he is worried about is being unable to change anything. To know this Anakin might return the same fall, the Empire rising, the slaughter of the Jedi. And all of this being fully aware he is actively changing the course of history. But how could he not? Knowing what genocide and despair will happen, how could he sit by? That isn't protecting peace. That isn't protecting the people.
That isn't protecting Anakin.
After a long silence, he turns to look at Lucretia again, his expression sad and grave. ]
I could not live with myself if I did not try to change things.
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There's a long beat and she breaks his gaze, looking out to the water.]
That bad, huh?
[She clears her throat.]
I'm sorry, this isn't a very light topic for a nice tea. My fault.
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Your caution is warranted. I think for the most part, your point of view is the correct one.
[ But he shakes his head and shifts the conversation. ]
But yes, enough of this sad talk. What did you do where you come from?
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At his question, her smile goes a little skewed and she chuckles before lifting the cup to her lips.]
Per my screen name, I am the director of an organization called the Bureau of Balance. It's an organization devoted to removing dangerous artifacts from the world.
[Which normally her words would be turned to static about now, but she's learned already that the influence of the Voidfish doesn't reach where they are.
She takes a sip,] The most recent one was a cup that let the user alter the flow of time.
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[ Obi-Wan's brows creep for his fringe, openly invested in what Lucretia is telling him. ]
And explains why you would be so worried about my situation.
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Trust me, there's no judgement on my part. I can't say I haven't been tempted by the power to change the past, and there's some damn good reasons to do it.
[There's nothing saying the current timeline is any more preferable to any alternatives. And if she could have stopped the Hunger before all of it happened...
Hm. Would she have met her friends?]
The town we recovered it in had been frozen in a time loop for years. My agents certainly did some... meddling with the timeline. A product of necessity but worth it to set Refuge free.
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Truthfully it's only a legend in my universe. Theoretical. I might be the first person who has any tangible proof that it's possible.
[ Not that it will do his life any good. Who would he tell? There was no one left to trust. ]
But it sounds as though you stumble across all kinds of strange and wonderful things.
[ And Obi-Wan sounds enthusiastic about this. He is the guy that wanted to take home a parasitic, mind-controlling worm so he could study it... ]
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[The atmosphere lightens and Lucretia's posture relaxes some as she settles in more to enjoy her tea. Finishing the first cup and then glancing at the kettle to decide if it would be rude to refill it herself.]
My base might as well be the Strange and Wonderful thing center of the planet. Not all of them as destructive as the Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom.
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Oh, do go on.