029. Video Comm
[The image shakes, as if the comm is being held by an unsteady hand--and there's Obi-Wan, his expression terribly blank.
He's cradling Bakura in the crook of one arm, wrapped in his cloak as if to keep him warm. The boy looks chalk-white, and it's pretty clear he's not breathing.]
My... [His voice is small and somewhat disbelieving.] My son... needs a healer.
((ooc: following on the heels of this log. So despite the call for a healer, Bakura's already dead. :( ))
He's cradling Bakura in the crook of one arm, wrapped in his cloak as if to keep him warm. The boy looks chalk-white, and it's pretty clear he's not breathing.]
My... [His voice is small and somewhat disbelieving.] My son... needs a healer.
((ooc: following on the heels of this log. So despite the call for a healer, Bakura's already dead. :( ))