“Unless they can bring us back. Then it’d be good data. And I’m probably sure I wasn’t all that close to death not really but it sure as hell felt like I was.” Grace rubs at her eyes for a moment with a frown, remembering how they had watered. At least the vessels in them hadn’t burst. That would have been the next step. Then passing out. Then death.

“Either way? Anakin is counting me as Obi-Wan’s friend now though. I’m thinking that may be a giant negative against me in his eyes.”