[Come on now, who do you take him for? Sandshoes? Well even Sandshoes had his boundaries but he was still a little more loose when it came to the romance side of things.
This new ability brought on by tethering was one that the Doctor was familiar with in practice thanks to his own psionic abilities, but it never made the process of seeing into another’s memories any less impactful. And tethering added a whole layer of complexity, a joint experience that he was usually very good at tactfully ignoring and shutting out in the past. But this is different. They’re connected. The memories Obi-Wan allows him to view are brief but potent. He recognizes the familiar blossoming of love, the snuff of a life like a blown out candle, and the quiet internalized grief that never truly went away, all in one fell swoop.]
Love is a promise. [He toys idly with the rim of the tea cup in his hands that has since gone cold.] That’s what it sounds like you gave to each other even at the end.
[He waves a hand to catch the attention of a waitress to bring another round of a stronger tea before turning back to look at Obi-Wan. There’s a brief flicker of his own memories that he allows his new tether partner to see - flashes of faces he’s loved and lost over his very long life. There’s a blonde woman crying on a beach alone, a brave young woman who made a choice to choose herself first, two fiery red heads each torn away by devastating circumstances, another man who loved one of the red heads so much that he waited 2000 years protecting her, a woman with curly hair and a secret in her eyes, another young woman that had a spark for life and thirst for knowledge, and a bald man that there was an annoying affection for - and finally, curiously, a hole. A hole where someone should have been.
And then it cuts out. It’s not meant to show Obi-Wan up or compare scars. It’s his way of commiserating and showing him he understood.] I’m sorry you had to go through that.
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This new ability brought on by tethering was one that the Doctor was familiar with in practice thanks to his own psionic abilities, but it never made the process of seeing into another’s memories any less impactful. And tethering added a whole layer of complexity, a joint experience that he was usually very good at tactfully ignoring and shutting out in the past. But this is different. They’re connected. The memories Obi-Wan allows him to view are brief but potent. He recognizes the familiar blossoming of love, the snuff of a life like a blown out candle, and the quiet internalized grief that never truly went away, all in one fell swoop.]
Love is a promise. [He toys idly with the rim of the tea cup in his hands that has since gone cold.] That’s what it sounds like you gave to each other even at the end.
[He waves a hand to catch the attention of a waitress to bring another round of a stronger tea before turning back to look at Obi-Wan. There’s a brief flicker of his own memories that he allows his new tether partner to see - flashes of faces he’s loved and lost over his very long life. There’s a blonde woman crying on a beach alone, a brave young woman who made a choice to choose herself first, two fiery red heads each torn away by devastating circumstances, another man who loved one of the red heads so much that he waited 2000 years protecting her, a woman with curly hair and a secret in her eyes, another young woman that had a spark for life and thirst for knowledge, and a bald man that there was an annoying affection for - and finally, curiously, a hole. A hole where someone should have been.
And then it cuts out. It’s not meant to show Obi-Wan up or compare scars. It’s his way of commiserating and showing him he understood.] I’m sorry you had to go through that.