"Deception" From Another Point of View

Apologies and Consequences

All Mando'a will be translated at the bottom.

The next month was hard. Satine was unable to focus most of the time, her mind drifting back to Obi-Wan and the time she had spent with him. She tried to cover how she felt most of the time, but her guards and advisors easily figured out something wasn't right. Satine told them it was nothing when they asked, but they knew better. Even so, no one asked much more. A month may have passed, but she still felt empty, like somehow she was missing something, or someone.

A few hours after the attack, the news came to Mandalore. A group of bounty hunters working for Dooku had tried to kidnap the Supreme Chancellor. In the end the Jedi had put a stop to it, no names mentioned. Satine knew she should have been worried, but she still felt nothing but sorrow. Ever since his death, she hadn't felt much else. She walked back to her quarters and changed into a nightgown, and tried to sleep, but she couldn't. Her mind kept drifting back to the attack, how the Jedi had stopped it, and then to Obi-Wan. She just layed there, looking at the ceiling, crying. A few minutes passed before a guard knocked on the door to her room.

"Duchess, a man claims he needs to see you now. He wouldn't give me his name and refuses to leave," the guard said. Satine groaned and got up, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"Send him in," she replied tiredly, grabbing Obi-Wan's robe and pulling it over her nightgown before walking to the main room. The guard opened the door, letting the man in, before returning to outside Satine's room. The duchess looked up to see who would want to see her at this time. She couldn't believe what she saw. The man standing a little aways from the doorways was no other than Obi-Wan Kenobi, a worried look on his face, his eyes locked on her. Satine blinked, worried she was just seeing things, but when she reopened her eyes he was still there. It took her another moment to realize he wasn't dead.

"Su cuy'gar," she whispered to herself. The supposed to be dead Jedi walked up to her until he was standing a few feet away and placed his hand on her shoulder in an act of sincerity. He looked right at her, but Satine had averted her eyes and was looking at the floor beneath them instead. Even if he wasn't force sensitive, he would be able to tell she was distraught.

"Satine, I-" he began, but was cut off instantly.

"Don't," she hissed, her voice grief-ridden and filled with a newfound anger. "I thought you were dead, I thought I never got a chance to say goodbye. I couldn't take it, do you understand how much it hurt. I was lost, all because of a stupid lie!" She shoved his hand off of her shoulder and walked away from him stopping at the large window that overlooked Sundari, a clear sign she didn't want Obi-Wan to come any closer. "Do you understand how much pain I had to put up with!"

Obi-Wan didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. He just stood there, his arm reaching out to her as if she would disappear any second. He knew he should speak, but her words had hurt him more than he would've liked to admit. The silence didn't last long though, Satine spun back around to look at the Jedi. Her crystal blue eyes filled with unspilled tears.

"All this grief, pointless. Why did you put me through this? Couldn't you have just sent me a sign, any sign, that you were alive. Just one message would've been all it took. This whole time I was suffering for nothing!" her voice was filled with venom that had struck Obi-Wan just as she had hoped. She could feel the damage of her words, she was a politician after all, words where her weapon of choice, just as powerful as any lightsaber or blaster.

"Satine, I didn't have a choice," he finally spoke, taking a step closer to her.

"Shi ne'johaa Kenobi!" she yelled. Obi-Wan couldn't understand her, but he got the gist of it from her tone. He had only made her more mad. He knew better than to speak again.