“ ”One Jedi, then,” Padmé offered to the others. At least let me speak the truth to my love. At least. Please, she pleaded with them silently. “There is one Jedi—one whom I truly know all of us can trust absolutely…”
Her voice trailed off into appalled silence when she realized that she wasn’t talking about Anakin.
This had been all about him when she’d started—all about her love, all about her need to be open with him, the pain that keeping this secret stabbed her heart at each and every beat—but when the thought had turned to trust, when it became the question of someone she knew, truly and absolutely knew, she could trust—
She discovered that she was talking about Obi-Wan. ”
It shouldn’t be a secret… especially from you. my father is a… he’s schizophrenic. And homeless. he was in and out of institutions for a while, but for the last fifteen years, he’s been on the streets mostly. here, in new york. that’s why i volunteer. sometimes he recognizes me. sometimes he doesn’t, just depends if he’s on his meds. [when was the last time you saw him?] it’s been almost… two years.