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DAY 4: Cat
Quote prompts: “Peace is not absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means.”
“Duchess?..”
Cody’s quiet call almost makes her flinch, but, instantly controlling herself, Satine turns around and with a polite nod accepts her glass of Tihaar from his hands, internally rejoicing that no one is demanding answers for her behavior.
“On Mandalore people believes that physical death is only a continuation of life, whereas during life a mandalorian can die if there is no one to remembered him and his deeds,” shaking the glass, she thoughtfully looks at how the Tihaar slides along a glass's walls, and then raises her hand with the drink high above her head. “Obi-Wan Kenobi was a Jedi and a soldier for the Galaxy, but I will remember him differently. I will remember his mistakes, his fears, his doubts… I will remember the person, and not the ideal, a soulless image which the Holonet is replete. And I know that I will not be alone in this memory.”
Blinking away completely uninvited tears, Satine drained the entire portion of Tihaar in one gulp and lowers the glass, when the doors to the dining room slide apart. Because she is standing on the table, she can see a large red cat frozen for a moment on the threshold and then rushing headlong into the crowd, which starting a wave of altercations with the very first meter covered.
“Ouch.”
“Oh!”
“Kriff.”
“You’re a bantha poodoo…”
“Shab! Whose cat is this?”
“What a hell a cat even do in the barracks?”
“Don't look at me like that. This time it's definitely not me!”
“Catch the whiskered one!”
“A сlanker in my ass! He also bites!”
In the end, the Clone troopers moving apart, but somehow confusingly, asynchronously, and the Cat, meowing desperately, apparently unable to bear it. Judging by the sharp cry, he climbs over one of the soldiers, rises higher – partially on soldier's head – and looks around, gently running its paws over a trooper's hair and shoulders. The Clones those standing nearby are trying to grab him, but the Cat, having caught Satine’s gaze, gracefully, despite its impressive size, jumps onto the shoulders of another trooper, then onto the next one… When he overcomes about half the way – still looking at her – the doors open again, this time revealing Quinlan Vos with a cut, slightly bleeding cheek and several Clones from the 501st Legion, looking inside with curiosity.
“You a Sith's spawn!” the kiffar yells without sparing his throat. “Of the two of us, it always was me who been the pain in the ass, but this is too much even for me! Get out in my way!” with a sharp movement of his hands he pushes the Clones away.
The Cat, turning around for a moment, looks at Satine with completely humanized despair and jumps again, but, not calculating its strength, misses and with some kind of surprised “meow” falls to the floor. Cat's gaze haunts her, and, having passed the glass to someone, she descends in front of the table supported by the Clones, but before their hands leave her hips and elbows, the Cat is literally a couple of meters away and with a hiss, swings a paw at Boil's leg whom standing to her right, when suddenly Quinlan, having broken through the crowd, grabs the Cat by the base of its tail and pulls towards himself.
And then happens something unimaginable.
The Cat, transferring all its weight to its front paws, with a powerful blow from its hind paws to Quinlan's chest who is swearing dirty in the Hutt's language throws him back several tens of meters. And, baring its teeth angrily at him, the Cat in one graceful jump end up on the table behind Satine.
“Oh,” the kiffar, clinking his teeth, rises, carefully rubbing the place of impact. “What a son of…”
Satine feel a warm between her shoulder blades – the Cat rests the top of its head on her back – and then, probably because of the huge tail wrapped around her waist, this warmth spreads to her stomach.
“What a cute tail.” Boil reaches for the tail with admiration, but the Cat, immediately bristling, hits him on the hand, so much so that the Clone grabs his wrist. “Not a cute cat. A bad cat. Very bad cat!”
“A badly-catly!” someone from the crowd enthusiastically suggests.
“No.” another one picks up. “The cat-beast!”
Satine, not knowing what to expect from a clearly enraged animal, carefully turns around.
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DAY 3: Tears
Quote prompts: “Sometimes heroes fall, despite their strength”
The Cat, which having already crossed the arch, begins to slow down for some reason, desperately clinging to the gaps between the marble slabs, and Quinlan, still screaming, catches him as he runs, and then, stopping with difficulty, also notices her like everyone else. And they silents at once and looking only at her now.
“Duchess Satine,” Quinlan nods, breathing heavily.
And his disheveled appearance, the way he tries to hold on the struggling Cat, breaks the last wall of her restraint.
“And you also called yourself his best friend, Master Vos,” Satine recalls in an icy tone. “Where were you when his body was burned? Hanging out with your new best friend?”
She waves her hand, pointing to the Cat floundering in his arms.
“Satine,” Padmé jumps up to her. “Let's get out of here.”
“Oh, I will,” mercilessly throwing her hand off her forearm, she glances at everyone with burning look. “I will, but first I will have a good look at all these hypocrites who dared to call themselves his friends.”
“Duchess,” Plo Koon nods at her again, very politely. “The loss of Master Kenobi is very difficult for the Order. He was a hero and…”
“Yes, yes, of course, Master Koon,” Satine nods in response, grinning. “He was a hero, and sometimes heroes fall, despite their strength. But he was not a hero or a Jedi or a general to me. To me he was just a hunam. He was my friend. My true friend.”
“Satine,” Padmé again tries to take her hand, but she, snatching her wrist, moves away from her.
“You are all cowards who don’t have the courage to admit that he meant something to you,” she turns to Anakin, who is just looking away from Padmé, full of despair. “You was like a little brother to him. You told me yourself that he is more than just a friend to you.”
Anakin wants to answer something - to justify himself, no doubt - but she is already looking at Plo Koon.
“You was his main support when Qui-Gon died on Naboo. You replaced him a father whom he never knew… And you,” her eyes, when she looks at Quinlan again, are full of tears, so his outlines are slightly blurred at the edges. “I’ve only seen you once, Quinlan Vos. Two minutes and a dozen sentences, and it already became clear to me how dear you are to him. And you didn't come…”
“Duchess,” Quinlan, taking the noticeably quiet Cat more comfortably, carefully moves closer. “Duchess, please…”
“You didn’t come to say goodbye to him, Quinlan,” she’s shaking all over, and her voice is very hoarse. “You were not with him in the last minutes of his life and did not even come to say last goodbye.”
He takes another step towards her, but Satine, shaking her head, retreats again.
“You are all pathetic, cowardly pretenders! But, unlike all of you, I’m not afraid or ashamed to admit my feelings,” raising her head proudly, she wipes the tears from her cheeks. “I loved him. My ancestors are witnesses to this, I loved him like no one else and will love him until the end of my life! But you bunch of droids will never understand my feelings.”
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DAY 2: Mother
Quote prompts: “What do you see when you think about the future?”
It becomes so quiet that everything can hear is the hum of the speeders running somewhere outside the hangar and the droids repairing the fighters. In this oppressive silence, the Clones look at her, and she looks at them, proudly accepting a new wave of discontent, which has quickly replaced such a ringing laugh. It seems to her that one of them is leaving, but those standing closer don't move, and she, not wanting to lose her chance, doesn't dare to find out whether it is true or not.
“We are soldiers,” Cody finally begins to say again, and this is a first time in her memory that she has no idea what is hidden behind the calm expression on the face her interlocutor. “We are good soldiers. And good soldiers follow orders.”
“This war will end someday,” while she speaks her gaze does not leave his face. “What will you all do then? What do you see when you think about the future?”
Another pause almost causes a shiver, but she is a Mando, she will not allow fear to make her retreat and continues to boldly look into the brown eyes almost ten meters away from her.
“You are asking a very dangerous questions, Duchess,” Cody’s voice is now noticeably quieter and even trembles a little. “Dangerous and too political. Don't involve us in your games with the Senate.”
“These are not games, Commander.”
She speaks more quietly too, almost in a whisper, and the Clones, not wanting to miss their words, move closer, tightening the ring that has formed around her, in any other situation - with any other creature - perceived as an approaching danger.
“It's worry. Because you are children,” Satine puts her right hand on Crys's shoulder standing next to her. “You are the children of Mandalore. You are my children,” with a sad smile turning to the left, towards Boil, she touches his temple with her fingertips, and leaves her palm on his cheeks. “And as your mother, I will worry about you and want the best for you.”
“We are clones,” Rex interjects. “And as people in your sector like to say, Jango Fett was not a Mando.”
“Mando is not blood and, despite our traditions, it is far from just the oaths. This is the spirit. This is the rod. And Jango gave you this, even if his gift was passed on to you only in fight training,” with a smile, still a little sad, she glances at them. “Duty is not an empty phrase for me, and the fact that you do not refuse it does you honor. But when the war is over, when you don't know where to go, you can always come to me. And I will give you shelter, I will give you protection, I will give you… a clan, if that is what your heart desires.”
“And why would you do this?” the Clone that looking at her has a prosthetic eye instead of a right eye, and she feels sad that she doesn't have the opportunity to turn back time and protect him. “We are not your people, no matter what you say. We are just clones. We were created to fight. To the war.”
“No one is created for war,” Satine objects gently.
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DAY 1: Jewel
Quote prompts: “When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone.”
As she approaches, his gaze slides along her body several times, almost without stopping. To her great regret, he clenched his hands, which were previously hanging loosely at his hips, into fists, but as soon as she stops in front of him he unclenches it with an exhalation.
“To be honest, I’m still not sure that this is a bracelet,” while Satine, lifting her sleeve, unfastens the beskar clasp on the leather cord, his attentive gaze doesn't leave her wrist. “My father wore his around his neck, and my mother… I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.”
“Me too,” Obi-Wan responds quietly and, when her eyebrows arch questioningly, he explains: “If one of your parents gave it to you personally, then you could only receive it before… before we met. But I didn't see this one. Never.”
“When your life is on display, you cherish the things that are yours alone. Cherish and hide. Here,” with the clasp finally is done, and she hands him the leather cord with a smile. “I wish you had it.”
“What?” blinking in surprise, he even retreats. “I… I can’t accept it.”
She squints suspiciously, still holding her hand outstretched.
“You said that Jedi are not forbidden to accept a gifts.”
“I did. But it belonged to one of your parents.”
“Yes, it belonged. And I really want it to belong to you now,” her gaze falls on the leather cord, against the background of her pale skin it seems even darker than it really is. “It always seemed to me that I was more of its temporary custodian than its real owner.”
“But…”
“Obi-Wan, please.”
Pursing his lips and yet nodding somehow completely exhausted, Obi-Wan nevertheless takes the cord - carefully, trying not to touch her palm - and, to her delight, wraps it around his neck and begins to fasten it.
“You know,” she allowed to sound herself a little flirtatiously, “they were passed down in my mother’s family for several dozen generations. She gave the second one to my father during their marriage vows.”
His fingers, still gripping the beskar clasp, tremble slightly.
“It's warm,” he says quietly.
“Really?” Satine open her mouth in surprise. “I've always had a cold one. May I?..”
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Oh, it was really hard followed day's prompts and overall plot of fanfic, but, wow, I done it and I used all 24 prompts. But even though it was hard it was very fun too! I think I could started translate this fanfic in this year, but I don't promise anything.
I want say thanks wonderful @weekofobitine for organization this absolute amazing celebration! You did a great job! And… I hope you will remember Obitine shippers in the next year too ♥
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Day 7 prompts used: Jedi, devotion, garden
Bonus prompts used: TCW Season 5 (on epilogue)
One step later, Obi-Wan was back in her way.
“Satine,” her name, which flew from his lips with such extraordinary affection, only made her slightly calmed heart beat faster again. “I understand that Korkie and his safety are the most important things right now. And, of course, I will help you in any way I can. But… Could we return this conversation later?”
“Later?” asked she, not understanding what he was driving at.
“Later,” his palm squeezed hers decisively. “After this war is over.”
The pounding of blood in her temples reminded her of the roar of ritual drums.
“Obi-Wan,” as soon as she said his name, she immediately felt her legs begin to tremble. “Obi-Wan, I don’t think you… I don’t want you to…”
“I want it. With all my heart,” in contrast to her, he spoke incredibly confidently. “Are you?”
She wanted. She wanted it so badly, she craved it so much… But could she?..
“You don’t need to look so scared, my dear,” Obi-Wan smiled widely. “It's just a conversation.”
It wasn't "just" a conversation. She knew it. He knew it. They both knew that the other knew. But the firmness with which he offered it to her lit a flame of hope that she… that he… that they both had the right to be more than just a collection of important matters and duty to the Galaxy. It reminded her that they were also just a people - just a man, just a woman with all this heap of feelings and desires and needs. The need for another person whom you can love without hiding and be loved in return.
“Me too,” Satine finally responded in a whisper, fearing to frighten off this sudden gift of fate. “I would also like to have this conversation later.”
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Day 6 prompts used: Senate, archive, intrigue
Bonus prompts used: none
Idle curiosity was never his weakness, he respected other people's boundaries, realizing that he himself wasn't completely honest all the time, preferring to keep some things secret even from those closest to him. And studying Satine's personal datapad wasn't something he had ever wanted to do without her personal permission. And yet… Yet when his finger, once again touching the kyber crystal, was too close to the border of the touch screen, and the last document had viewed was again opened, his gaze unconsciously slid along the straight lines of tables of symbols and numbers.
After Kadavo the Jedi Archives became the most frequent place where Obi-Wan spent the little time that he was on Coruscant between the Order’s regular missions, but the mission under the guise of Rako Hardeen turned the most frequent place into the only one. Being a huge accumulation of information, the Jedi Archives attracted him in his youth too, now, however, it wasn't so much a craving for new knowledge but an attempt to find peace in the silence of the majestic library for his soul, torn to shreds by recent events. Trying to distract his mind from painful memories, he studied all the holodiscs, all the holocrons that he had access to, including some historical sources in Mando'a, and therefore he was able to translate now some individual phrases and get an overall picture and general meaning of the documents stored on the datapad.
It were medical reports. Multiple a blood, a plasma, a bone marrow tests. The ultrasound diagnostics. The tone and height of the uterine fundus, a fetal position, a heartbeat… The datapad stored all information about examinations carried out during pregnancy, as well as birth and postpartum data about the child and the mother. His updated knowledge of Mando'a was still not enough to understand whether the dynamics of certain indicators were positive or not, and the notes still weren't fully understood - its often exceeding the results themselves in volume. But when the graphs, tables and photographs passed where something over a hundred, he got a test, which a Jedi of his status was required to know in all known languages of the Galaxy - an analysis of the content of Midi-chlorian in the blood.
The name of the creature being examined, written on Basic, made he shudder.
Korkie.
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Day 5 prompts used: Qui-Gon, hyperspace, dreamer
Bonus prompts used: TCW Season 3
Certainly Obi-Wan and Dooku weren't close as Dooku and Qui-Gon were. Before his capture on Geonosis, they had never crossed paths, but Qui-Gon’s stories were enough to understand how strong their connection was. Actually, it was strong like a connection between any other Master and Padawan: two beings couldn't coexist side by side for decades and not create a strong emotional connection, no matter what exactly its was basis - friendship or hatred. And although attachments were unacceptable by the Code, and love for all creations, which underlies such important qualities of a Jedi as empathy and compassion, on the contrary, was encouraged, the connection between the Master and the Padawan was impossible to identify with one thing. It’s just that at some point each of them determined for himself what was most true according to his own feelings.
Qui-Gon's death undoubtedly crippled Dooku - for him, as for Obi-Wan himself, it wasn't just the loss of one of the Jedi, it was his personal loss. And even though the depth of their connections with Qui-Gon was the same, the conditions in which they overcame their pain turned out to be very different, and therefore the result was different. Obi-Wan, who took the oath with the last breath of his Master, couldn't think about anything for the first years except for Anakin’s training, and then between them was formed their own connection, and abandoning the boy felt like a betrayal of not one, but two close people. But Dooku… Despite the hundreds of brothers and sisters in the Force surrounding him, despite Yoda, trying to stay where nearby, he still found himself completely alone, and this loneliness even more strongly scattered the remnants of his faith.
After Dooku left the Order, Obi-Wan sometimes wondered where he would be if he and the Count swapped places - if Dooku had Anakin and he had no one. Could he find the strength to let Qui-Gon go, accept the fact that such a close person is now just a memory? Stop thinking about revenge at night? Stop blaming himself for not being fast enough, agile enough, strong enough… Or, having found himself too weak to the temptations of the Dark Side, just like Dooku, would he become one of the Lost Twenty? Or maybe, having rejected the Light, he would have turned away from the Darkness too, heading to where he had already remained in another variation of his life that never became reality?..
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Day 4 prompts used: Concordia, lightsaber, baby
Bonus prompts used: TCW Season 2
“He could felt me?”
“He could,” she shook her head slightly. “Master Kenobi is very sensitive of the Force. His connection with the Force is strong, and his training and constant used it just strengthens this connection. The Force for him is like his own blood.”
“He is your friend?”
For some reason, she hesitated even though the question was quite simple. For example, Korkie would easily answer it: his friends are Amis, Lagos and Soniee, and she is his best friend.
“Yes,” she give the quiet answer at last, as if it was too hard for her to hear it. “He's a friend.”
“If he's your friend, why you didn't tell him about me?” Korkie frowned. “He is a Jedi. He knows more about the Force than anyone else in Clan Kryze. He could help. He could train me.”
When she turned to him, her gaze was filled with such intense sadness that he immediately regretted his words, although only in part - he knew that what he proposed was a very logical solution. Perhaps her sadness was caused not by the proposal itself, but by the fact that it was related to Master Kenobi?.. Her hand slightly squeezed his shoulder, and her lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her sad eyes.
“Some secrets have to be kept secret even from the closest friends, but not because you don't trust them. It because it can change their lives and not always for the better way.”
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Day 3 prompts used: Beskar, fruit, decision
Bonus prompts used: TCW Season 2
“General?”
The appeal, which sounded like a well-trained soldier's step, instantly brought him out of his reverie, into which, it seemed, he had been immersed for too long. At least, otherwise Cody’s gaze wouldn't have been so worried, but as soon as he smiled a little and opened his mouth slightly to assure him that everything was alright, the Force gently swayed in an all-too-familiar a wave – such a light, such a warm – and his peripheral vision caught the movement from which his pulse noticeably increased just like he was a snotty youngling.
She was wearing the same formal dress as at their last meeting, her headwear and calla lilies were missing – this time
not forcedly like on the Coronet but on a voluntary basis. Her blonde curls loosely framing her face, time to time it developed in different directions from the pace of her step, or from the movement of air from the police speeders flying around.
On her left hand walked someone in a cloak with a hood pulled low over his face; due to the fact that the person’s head was slightly tilted, and also because of the shadow that had formed, his face couldn't be clearly seen, but, judging by the shape of his hands, he was firmly clutching the Duchess's headwear, the person was still a woman. Two guardsmen were moving immediately behind the woman, three more were walking to the right of the Duchess – one of them was slightly ahead, on the same level as her and the woman in the cloak, the other two were also slightly behind.
Satine Kryze was dressed an elegant, layered outfit that emphasized the straight line of her shoulders and smoothly curved her hips, but the clones made way for her so quickly, as if she, dressed in her family armor, was going to a battle whose winner was already predetermined.
“Master Kenobi,” her confident voice easily cut through the sounds of hundreds of soldiers and several dozen aircars with its humming engines. “When I said farewell to you today, I didn’t think that our new meeting would happen so soon.”
“Duchess,” removing his hand from his chin, Obi-Wan turned to her, immediately bending in a polite bow. “I dare to hope that such a surprise doesn't disappoint you too much.”
“It all depends on the situation. At this moment the situation is not in your favor.”
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Day 2 prompts used: castle Kryze, mistake, soldier
Bonus prompts used: TCW Season 2
The aircar suddenly swerved sharply, avoiding an accident with a speeder bike that suddenly appeared in front of it,
causing the passengers inside to stagger. Satine, clutching the armrest with her hand and turned to the driver, involuntarily knitting her eyebrows.
“What's going on?”
Instead of answering, the driver briefly shook his head to the left, so she had no choice but to turn her gaze back to the window: against the background of the receding senatorial complexes flashed a speeder bike, driven by one of her guardman. He just turning around and flew back in their direction.
“Land down,” Satine ordered, but a guardsman on a speeder bike already been a closer waved his hand in the direction of the Spaceport, urging her to continue moving, so she hastily lowered the protective glass.
“Duchess,” it was Klay. “We tried to contact you, but communication being blocked.”
“What's happened?”
“Your nephew…”
The mere mention of Korkie caused her heart to tremble, and the circumstances under which he was mentioned only deepened situation even more.
“What about him?”
“He left the Coronet,” Klay said it so quietly that the wind accompanying the ride almost immediately drowned out his voice, but even just his guilty look through the slot of his helmet was enough for her. “The Spaceport cordoned off by clones now. We even saw a Jedi Order transport.”
Satine clenched her teeth tightly, not allowing fear to take over her.
“He's just a boy,” she said. “There was nothing he could to do to make a garrison of soldiers come for him.”
“Duchess,” bringing the speederbike closer so that his feet on the pedals almost touched the body of the aircar, Klay lowered his head, now looking straight into her eyes. “The drones that sent to the Coronet during your search... It don't recalled by the Senate.”
Her breath caught and her heart began to beat faster.
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Day 1 prompts used: Korkie, triumph, sunrise
Bonus prompts used: none
“Korkie,” Satine rushed forward with a relieved exhalation.
The tiny boy, securely pressed to the chest plate of the armor with a sling, was sleeping, but as soon as her fingers touched his short blond hair, he immediately woke up, now looking at her with his bright blue with slight reflections of gray eyes – just like his eyes. He was only a few days old, but he looked at her unusually conscious, thoughtfully, as if he fully realized the seriousness of the situation in which they both found themselves, and this look – childish, but so mature, so understanding – gave her a strength.
“Duchess. We can't linger.”
She knew it, but still it was so painful, so scary to tear herself away from the boy that the guardsman’s reminder was perceived her as no more than the buzzing of an insect – a completely meaningless sound.
“Give him to me.”
The guardsman and the woman, who brought the boy, looked at each other, and then with a sigh the woman began to untie the chain of knots on her neck and back, and only when Korkie was pressed to her chest she feel a half-forgotten calm. And then they ran again, just like before, with only difference - now there were no longer two of them but four. And feeling a child’s heart beating nearby, she realized that she was truly becoming again what she was before.
The Duchess.
The mother.
Satine.
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I wanted post some sneak peak from Chapter 4, but I don't finish it because I don't understand so long time that I need writing in it. Now a half of Chapter 4 is done, and I think I finished my fanfic on next weekend and finally could start a collages for every days/chapters.
Your likes give me a motivated for translation it and I want to thanks for that. And thanks @weekofobitine for that incredible experience.
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So it's a little peak from Chapter 1.
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“Need a help?” he asked.
There was not a drop of persistence in his question, he didn't demand information about what happened, and it seems like he even wasn't going to raise this topic. All he had was an offer of support — so sincere, so honest and so strange to Coruscant that if any other being did the same thing it would be seen as a trick.
“No,” Satine shook her head, smiling at the corner of her lips. “You already have done enough to save my people.”
“It's my pleasure to be useful to you, Duchess.”
As Obi-Wan bowed, her smile faded and her eyes turn colder, as if there hadn't been a revelation between them on Coronet a few days ago, as if there hadn't even been their friendly conversation a few minutes ago, as if there hadn't been a comfortable, a pacifying silence that enveloped the Chancellor's reception room until her Captain's call.
They were once again what they should be: the Duchess and the Jedi.
Obi-Wan straightened up, and for a moment there was a gleam of her own bitterness in his eyes, as if he were upset that they were forced to return to their galactic roles again, that he himself had taken the first step towards this return and invisibly pushed her too. In fact, it was completely pointless to focus on it — as a Jedi, he skillfully hid his true emotions, ably, like an avid politician, exposing what he wanted others to see, and even if he was really saddened by the circumstances she was never destined to know for sure. At least until he dares to speak the truth out loud. Well, or until the moment when she once again manages to unbalance him, depriving him of concentration and the famous restraint of the Negotiator. Of course, unintentionally and completely by accident.
“Farewell, Master Kenobi,” she nodded back. "May the Force be on your side during this troubled time.”
“Take care yourself, my lady.”
The habitual appeal to the woman on secular society was given by another flash of pain in her heart: only he could turn something so trivial and official into a secret, a intimate, a carrying much more feelings than loud confessions in public. Satine nodded again, carefully keeping her face, quickly turned on her heels and headed for the exit, with difficulty restraining herself from turning around and looking at him at least once before they were again ruthlessly scattered across different galactic sectors of the vast Universe.
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