The single syllable word is broken by his disbelief.
realize your mistake too late. In your anger you’ve admitted to
something that could possibly ruin both of your careers and prevent you from
seeing Obi-Wan Kenobi ever again. He’ll no doubt go to the Council,
demand to be removed from the assignment, and therefore take Anakin with
him. Which will also take Padme’s love from her.
You swallow and clamp your hands together. Turning around you do not meet his gaze. You bow your head just the slightest. “Excuse me, Master Kenobi, I must be going.”
You manage to get a few feet past him before he grips your elbow and spins you back around. “You cannot just say something like that and walk away!” he protests.
“Watch me,” you growl, roughly pulling your arm out of his grasp. You walk out the door and slam it behind you.
Elbow fights, spins computer chairs, keeps Lampent out on very dark nights like a nightlight, too insistent on convincing everyone else he isn’t a child, floppy paw-sleeves (tugs and drags on his sleeves to hide his hands if he’s wearing clothes without pockets– extremely rare), likes fairy tales and children’s books a bit too much.
“NO!” screamed out Margaret as she immediately sat upright in her bed, beads of sweat dripping down her face, neck, and chest as she breathed heavily, shaking hands immediately covering her face. Her scarred blind eyes closed in the efforts to make the room stop spinning, elbows nestled in her knees that drew in close as her body trembled. The Oracle struggled to shake off the horrors she had just witnessed…but she never could. No matter how many times she tried with any of these visions that haunted her dreams…they just never went away.
Imagine play fighting with Hunt, and you grab him around the waist and start tickling him. Hunt, who turns out to be extremely ticklish, violently spins around and accidently elbows you in the eye. You start to cry and he hugs you and tells you he’s sorry and begs for your forgiveness.