"Deception" From Another Point of View

Returning to Himself

Obi-Wan lay back against the familiar feel of the cushions of the couch in his room at the Jedi temple. It had been a long time since he had been here, since he had been himself. Finally the mission had ended, Dooku's threat was gone, and he had undergone the transformation back to the Obi-Wan Kenobi everyone knew and recognized. As Mace himself had said, everyone's a little tired of looking at that ugly face of yours, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but agree. He was filled with relief when the transformation was completed, though it was rather strange(and would be for a while) to look in the mirror and see himself with only the slight stubble of his regrowing hair.

The feeling of relaxation was broken when there was a knock at his door. Not wanting to stand up, he opened the door with the force, revealing Anakin standing in the doorway shifting on his feet looking uncomfortable, out of place. Why wouldn't he be after the former master and padawan duo's last conversation?

"Anakin, come in," Obi-Wan gestured for the knight to come join him, offering a fake smile. Anakin noticed that without his beard, Obi-Wan was easier to read, his emotions no longer hidden, and now he didn't seem pleased. This was most likely because of Anakin's accusations earlier. Anakin sat down on the seat across from Obi-Wan, deliberately trying to avoid eye contact with the Jedi master. Silence fell upon them, neither wanting to start the dreaded conversation that would come. After a few drawn out minutes, it was Anakin to speak first.

"Do you realize how many people you hurt," the knight sighed. He didn't want to argue, but Obi-Wan needed to know the effects of his faked death.

"Look, Anakin, you have to understand. What I did was for the better. The council-"

"NO!" Anakin spat, standing up and slamming his fists against the table. Now he was mad. "Do you expect me to believe that following the council's orders outweighed the consequences of this. It wasn't just me you betrayed, Ahsoka, Padme, Satine-"

The conversation was cut off as soon as her name was mentioned. Obi-Wan's face fell. He hadn't thought this would affect Satine, he wanted to tell her but he knew the council would never approve. Part of him had hoped she would never find out. Certainly she couldn't have been at his funeral. Only close friends and fellow Jedi were allowed to a Jedi's funeral, and if Satine would've even been able to come to Coruscant, she wouldn't have been allowed in. But Anakin spoke again, countering what the Jedi master had though.

"She was there Obi-Wan, she wept for you." Before he could even process what he was doing, Obi-Wan was pushing his chair back and running out of his room and down the halls of the Jedi temple, leaving a stunned, and still very ticked off Anakin behind. He continued to run towards the nearest docking bay with only one thought on his mind: Satine.