The workings of the world will always make themselves known, regardless of what I admit to or not, so why bother lying?
[ As they move down the street, away from the city center and out into the more habitable quarters, apartment buildings and neighbourhoods comprised of villas that are gradually increasing in size, the further out they get, their audience grows sparser and Sarica doesn't bemoan the loss of eyes staring them down. Kenobi shrugs out of his cloak as well, so they're both walking, side by side, without conspicuous amounts of fabric tugged around their shoulders. At this point, Juila will no doubt have heard she is to expect an extra person for dinner, she is not only a regular at the foot of the rumour mill, she runs the whole thing. Out of all his servants, she is by all means the most useful, although he'd miss Erene's peaduck soup if she were to quit.
But knowledge bests peaduck, such is the lesson here.
Glancing at Kenobi, approximately same height as him, bigger hands, no doubt a bigger sense of self all-around, Sarica smiles slowly, shaking his head once. He doesn't say that he never lies, that in itself would be quite the lie, wouldn't it, but about these matters? Whom he sleeps with, when, how, why... If his network doesn't know these things, it's a sure sign something is wrong.
He turns them right at the next corner, avoiding a horse-driven wagon with habitual ease. ]
[ Obi-Wan never stops taking in their surroundings, watching the neighbourhood change as they drift further out towards the outskirts. The houses certainly grow bigger - and it strikes him, then, that a man as obviously influential as Sarica would also know how to gather enough resources to live his life comfortably. Hm. Anakin certainly knows how to pick them, doesn't he. He thinks Sarica's words over for a moment, frowning slightly in thought. ]
There are those who believe that the gain is worth the trouble, my friend.
[ He looks up at the sky - blue, blue, like water and kyber-infused light, like Anakin's eyes, too - and his shoulders tense ever so slightly, memories pushing at him, fighting for dominance. The war, an elaborate game cooked up by Palpatine. The Senate - so many, many beings, incapable of seeing through his lies or, ultimately, uncaring about them. The Council, blind to the danger they accepted by sending Anakin into Palpatine's claws, week after week, year after year.
And the way they nearly lost everything.
Obi-Wan nearly lost everything.
So he adds, into the comfortable silence between them: ]
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[ As they move down the street, away from the city center and out into the more habitable quarters, apartment buildings and neighbourhoods comprised of villas that are gradually increasing in size, the further out they get, their audience grows sparser and Sarica doesn't bemoan the loss of eyes staring them down. Kenobi shrugs out of his cloak as well, so they're both walking, side by side, without conspicuous amounts of fabric tugged around their shoulders. At this point, Juila will no doubt have heard she is to expect an extra person for dinner, she is not only a regular at the foot of the rumour mill, she runs the whole thing. Out of all his servants, she is by all means the most useful, although he'd miss Erene's peaduck soup if she were to quit.
But knowledge bests peaduck, such is the lesson here.
Glancing at Kenobi, approximately same height as him, bigger hands, no doubt a bigger sense of self all-around, Sarica smiles slowly, shaking his head once. He doesn't say that he never lies, that in itself would be quite the lie, wouldn't it, but about these matters? Whom he sleeps with, when, how, why... If his network doesn't know these things, it's a sure sign something is wrong.
He turns them right at the next corner, avoiding a horse-driven wagon with habitual ease. ]
No, too much trouble.
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There are those who believe that the gain is worth the trouble, my friend.
[ He looks up at the sky - blue, blue, like water and kyber-infused light, like Anakin's eyes, too - and his shoulders tense ever so slightly, memories pushing at him, fighting for dominance. The war, an elaborate game cooked up by Palpatine. The Senate - so many, many beings, incapable of seeing through his lies or, ultimately, uncaring about them. The Council, blind to the danger they accepted by sending Anakin into Palpatine's claws, week after week, year after year.
And the way they nearly lost everything.
Obi-Wan nearly lost everything.
So he adds, into the comfortable silence between them: ]
I'm glad you have found other ways.
[ Gladder, even than anyone might understand. ]