"Deception" From Another Point of View

Aftermath

As soon as Satine heard the door close behind her, she stood up and walked to the apartments kitchen, and made herself some tea. Truthfully, she had told Padme and Ahsoka she needed to get some rest because she just wanted to be alone. Satine knew there was no way she would be able to sleep, not after hearing about this. She knew how she dealt with grief, and sleep never seemed to come this soon. Too many thoughts, more than usual, filled her head.

She poured the tea it into a mug as she heard it finish and went to sit back on the couch. She leaned back on took a sip, thinking back on what Ahsoka had told her. Satine still couldn't believe Obi-Wan was dead. After everything, he at least deserved to die serving the republic. The duchess wrapped her robe around herself. It was huge on her, not meant to fit her. Technically it wasn't hers. The robe belonged to Obi-Wan, but she had 'stolen' it from him back when he was protecting her during the Mandalorian civil war and had kept it close to her ever since. Now it was all she had left of him. She could feel tears coming again, and she didn't bother to try and stop them.

Satine lay down, pulling her feet up on the couch and buried her face in the nearest pillow. She tried to focus on something else, but her train of thought remained on the dead jedi master. Satine stayed like this, crying into the pillow, until exhaustion took hold of her and she drifted into sleep.

When Satine woke the next day, one of her handmaidens standing behind the couch. She sat up, still wrapped in the Jedi robe, a cup of cold tea sitting on the table next to her. The handmaiden gave her a worried look before asking if she was alright. Satine sighed. She knew she wasn't alright, but she couldn't let Obi-Wan's death get in the way of her role now. She had to push it aside for now, if she could even do that, so the duchess merely nodded. She stood up and headed to her room to get ready for the long day ahead of her, trying to forget about Obi-Wan.

The long day of senatorial meeting and politics finally ended. Satine had been told she wasn't herself too many times. In all honesty, she wasn't, but nobody needed to know that. Putting Obi-Wan's death behind her, even for just a few hours, was harder than it seemed, and she had never thought it would be easy. During one of her meetings, something, she didn't exactly know what, had broughten up the topic of Jedi. Someone had asked if anyone had heard about the Jedi master's death the night before. Before she knew what she was doing, tears had filled her eyes and she had ran out of the room sobbing. Padme, who had also been at the meeting, had run after her and found her locked in her flat. The senator from Naboo had then returned to the meeting and told them to continue without Satine.

Meetings may have ended, but the worst of the day was still yet to come, Obi-Wan funeral. Jedi's funerals were usually only open to other Jedi and close friends, which Satine technically was, though very few knew about their relationship. The Mandalorian Duchess met Ahsoka outside the Jedi temple. The togruta managed a weak smile, not necessarily comforting, but a friendly gesture, before turning to walk into the room where Obi-Wan's funeral would take place. Satine followed behind, taking her place besides Padme.

Most of the funeral was a blur, Master Yoda spoke words of remembrance, there was some other speech, but when the talking finally ceded, Satine found it the most unbearable. The room was filled with silence as the funeral slowly came to an end. Unable to hold back any longer, Satine broke down in tears, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes drifted to the covered figure that was Obi-Wan's body, but it was too much to look at, just simply covered in a cloth, so she averted her eyes. Ahsoka leaned towards Plo Koon.

"I'm worried about Anakin," she whispered, "he hasn't said a word since it happened."

People finally began to exit the room, leaving Satine alone. She looked at the spot where Obi-Wan's body was before it was lowered, and letting out a muffled sob, she turned to leave.