Fandom Island Counseling Services and Psychiatry, Monday

[sharp_as_knives]

Vacation had been lovely, but Hannibal was pleased to be back at home, too. His patients seemed glad to see him, too. Some of them far too enthusiastically. He'd blame it on the island, but some people seemed to just be like that. And there hadn't even been any invasions while he'd been gone!

Nevertheless, he was in his office, seeing people, working on another set of wedding invitations, and open to working in friends or colleagues who might want to see him.


[Open post; the doctor is in! No OCD.]

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[uncertain_dume]

"There might have been ways," Kanan sighed. "At fifteen years old and fresh out of a war, I didn't know them. Maybe she understood that, at the end. Or maybe she never had time to consider it when the clones shot her down. But simply surviving doesn't mean I've become somebody that she should be proud of."

[sharp_as_knives]

"You did what you had to in order to survive," Hannibal said. "You've continued to do so. Do you believe she would judge you harshly for that?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I want to think she wouldn't," Kanan admitted. "But... it's been eight years. I was a scared kid. For all I know, I've got her up on some pedestal after she... after she told me she'd be right behind me. I'm not exactly in any hurry to find out if I'm misremembering her, either."

He'd certainly misremembered Skywalker, after all.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Do you believe you should be judged harshly for your choices?" Hannibal asked.

[uncertain_dume]

"I..." Kanan sighed and shook his head. "I'm a terrible judge of this sort of thing. I mean, I haven't exactly covered myself in glory during the past eight years."

Which wasn't the same thing, exactly, but that was the best he figured he had.