"Wait." Satine's eyes fade to a puzzled green. "All of it?"
She had used a great deal of rhetoric, in her anti-war speeched, about how the war didn't make sense, under the belief that much of it was about profiteering, and it wasn't that she didn't believe that but -
“He had help from Dooku of course, but yes, all of it.”
He can clearly see her confusion though and takes a breath.
“Palpatine is more than just a man. It turns out he was the Sith Lord that we had been looking for since my master’s death on Naboo. He is the one who trained Maul.”
"A Sith Lord," Satine echoes, sounding it out carefully. "What does that mean, exactly?"
She shakes her head a little. "There were rumors about Dooku, that I was never sure what to believe. And I know from Mandalorian history that they are powerful Force users. That Mandalorians sometimes allied with them against the Jedi."
“They use the dark side of the Force. Once wayward Jedi, they are motivated by selfishness and hate. Their goal is to amass power for themselves with no care for others. We thought that they were eradicated long ago, but the emergence of Maul proved otherwise.”
She takes that in. "But can't Force users sense each other, usually?"
She knows the answer, she's simply thinking out loud, slowly putting together pieces.
So logically, Palpatine was very carefully hiding, and must have been very skilled. He'd been a public figure for decades. The level of deception and planning here is quite literally dizzying. She closes her eyes and takes more deep breaths.
Obi-Wan’s heart sank as she spoke of Korkie. Asking Bo-Katan about their son hadn’t yet occurred to him. That Satine’s sister volunteered no information about him was concerning, but he doubted she knew nothing.
Reaching for her, Obi-Wan carefully pulled Satine into his arms.
“No dearest. It makes you human. Sometimes we must struggle with our inner weakness before we can find true strength.”
She lets herself be shifted, and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She's quiet a long moment, contemplating his words.
"Is this what you mean, about there being no Order?" she asks, a muffled.
The question follows somewhat, in her mind, not just from the entire conversation, but that last statement. Obi-Wan must be struggling with...many things, some of which she still might not know about or can barely understand. But also that they are here, and there are no clear, practical reasons to pretend they don't love and want each other.
What a change from how they both lived, for so long. It's easy to think of it as giving into weakness, and not a chance at mutual solace and drawing strength from each other. Maybe it is. Maybe it's both, and that's the catch.
It definitely was a change, but perhaps it was a bit easier for him to fall into after everything he’s been through. Between what happened back home, his time in Temba, and now here. He longed to feel settled, to be surrounded by those he cares for, and just exist quietly. While helping others when he can. He was a tired soul.
“Yes. There’s no Order here, and no longer one back home. While I want to continue my life as a Jedi in some capacity, as I won’t be able to in our galaxy, there’s no reason to strictly adhere to all of our structured guidelines either.”
Devoting oneself to the Order required dedication and commitment. But there was no such duties required of him here. Obi-Wan has heard of Jedi being stranded, separated from the Order before. For whatever reason. Those Jedi them trying to lead a normal life as much as they can. Perhaps that’s what he should do.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. Preserving our culture is also important to me.”
As much as one could in a strange world such as this.
“My dear, some days I could very much benefit from distractions.” A little coy smile tugs at his lips. “Especially the sort of distractions you have to offer.” Having her company, her closeness, filled a void in his soul. It wasn’t a complete fix but it did help.
She huffs in faint amusement at the undertone to his words, then sobers.
"My sister said some nonsense about both you and her being glad I wasn't around to live through all the horrors," she says, with a grimace and roll of her eyes.
That makes his brows raise a bit, but he's also quiet, trying to choose his words carefully.
"I think... we both recognize it would have been difficult for you, and that's a pain we wouldn't want to see you go through. Bo-Katan isn't the most eloquent with her words I've noticed, unlike you. But I suspect that's what she meant."
Obi-Wan's face softens in quiet understanding, his hand lightly stroking through her hair. Clearly the talk with Bo-Katan had shaken Satine in more ways than one. Which was certainly understandable.
"Possibly," he agrees, but decides not to leave it there.
"I don't know the history between you two, but I do know you, and that you are not fragile. Yet everyone has their limits. As for Bo-Katan, for as long as I've known her I've found her to be... complicated. Well meaning in many respects, and she cares, a lot. You two have that in common. Where I think you differ is how you express and manage your feelings."
They're both very loud in the Force, in different ways.
"I also sense that she carries around a lot of guilt. Which is something I admittedly can relate to. We even had a talk some weeks ago, before you arrived."
Honestly, she had not intended to get sidetracked into what was going in Bo's mind - more to make a point that she didn't think she was so fragile as that.
But alright, maybe he's trying to tell her something about himself, too. Certainly the part of about guilt, well.
She hasn't had a chance to really consider the guilt he felt as a leader among the Jedi.
Obi-Wan had simply thought she wanted to talk about her sister since Bo-Katan’s visit had shaken her so much. He would hate for any sort of rift to come between them. He wasn’t deliberately trying to talk about himself, but well, perhaps he should a little bit.
“She had an unpleasant experience with a fellow she sent to us for help. I did my best to encourage her but she’s rather hard on herself. Though I’m in no position to judge. It’s hard not to think of some things as my fault.”
Satine smiles sadly. "Do you think I hadn't been considering what I might have done differently, for Mandalore, even before my sister's report of her time? And as you may recall, I was rather angry with you, for a while there, back during the war. High General Kenobi-"
She sucks in a breath. "It seemed so counter to everything we had both committed our lives to."
She rubs a thumb over the back of his hand. "Now I'm wondering if that wasn't rather the point. To tie much of the galaxy up in impossible choices."
He looks at her and nods, because of course she would likely think that after learning of Mandalore’s fate. He was still trying to process that. Wondering if he too should have done more when Bo-Katan called on him. But no, it had been out of his hands, especially after the purge.
“Oh yes, how could I forget?” His tone one of dry humor, but sobers quickly. “It was counter to everything we believed in as Jedi. Though we had little choice. We couldn’t not enter the war. It was an impossible choice as you say, and I absolutely believe it was by design.”
Their downfall had been planned well in advance. So how could they have possibly stood up against it? Though there was still one factor he hadn’t mentioned.
“Including my former Padawan’s involvement in all of it.”
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“Yes,” he confirms with a slight nod. “Palpatine orchestrsted the entire war, of that I have no doubt.”
They found hints and clues throughout the war, but never put all the pieces together until it was too late.
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She had used a great deal of rhetoric, in her anti-war speeched, about how the war didn't make sense, under the belief that much of it was about profiteering, and it wasn't that she didn't believe that but -
All planned by one man?
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He can clearly see her confusion though and takes a breath.
“Palpatine is more than just a man. It turns out he was the Sith Lord that we had been looking for since my master’s death on Naboo. He is the one who trained Maul.”
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She shakes her head a little. "There were rumors about Dooku, that I was never sure what to believe. And I know from Mandalorian history that they are powerful Force users. That Mandalorians sometimes allied with them against the Jedi."
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She knows the answer, she's simply thinking out loud, slowly putting together pieces.
So logically, Palpatine was very carefully hiding, and must have been very skilled. He'd been a public figure for decades. The level of deception and planning here is quite literally dizzying. She closes her eyes and takes more deep breaths.
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Palpatine was indeed very skilled. A master of disguise and deception. The Sith had been simply biding their time for centuries.
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Her clan was much smaller, but she knows what it's like to be hunted. To be one of the last.
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“I know, my dear. I never wished it for you either.”
A haunted look in his eyes as he remembers her own death as well.
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Finally, her expression crumples into showing her heartbreak, and she whispers. "Does that make me a coward, after all?"
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Reaching for her, Obi-Wan carefully pulled Satine into his arms.
“No dearest. It makes you human. Sometimes we must struggle with our inner weakness before we can find true strength.”
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"Is this what you mean, about there being no Order?" she asks, a muffled.
The question follows somewhat, in her mind, not just from the entire conversation, but that last statement. Obi-Wan must be struggling with...many things, some of which she still might not know about or can barely understand. But also that they are here, and there are no clear, practical reasons to pretend they don't love and want each other.
What a change from how they both lived, for so long. It's easy to think of it as giving into weakness, and not a chance at mutual solace and drawing strength from each other. Maybe it is. Maybe it's both, and that's the catch.
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“Yes. There’s no Order here, and no longer one back home. While I want to continue my life as a Jedi in some capacity, as I won’t be able to in our galaxy, there’s no reason to strictly adhere to all of our structured guidelines either.”
Devoting oneself to the Order required dedication and commitment. But there was no such duties required of him here. Obi-Wan has heard of Jedi being stranded, separated from the Order before. For whatever reason. Those Jedi them trying to lead a normal life as much as they can. Perhaps that’s what he should do.
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She bites her lips. "I don't want to be a distraction from those things. Or give you cause to doubt yourself."
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As much as one could in a strange world such as this.
“My dear, some days I could very much benefit from distractions.” A little coy smile tugs at his lips. “Especially the sort of distractions you have to offer.” Having her company, her closeness, filled a void in his soul. It wasn’t a complete fix but it did help.
“You will never be a burden to me.”
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"My sister said some nonsense about both you and her being glad I wasn't around to live through all the horrors," she says, with a grimace and roll of her eyes.
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"I think... we both recognize it would have been difficult for you, and that's a pain we wouldn't want to see you go through. Bo-Katan isn't the most eloquent with her words I've noticed, unlike you. But I suspect that's what she meant."
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And thus, potentialy a burden.
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"Possibly," he agrees, but decides not to leave it there.
"I don't know the history between you two, but I do know you, and that you are not fragile. Yet everyone has their limits. As for Bo-Katan, for as long as I've known her I've found her to be... complicated. Well meaning in many respects, and she cares, a lot. You two have that in common. Where I think you differ is how you express and manage your feelings."
They're both very loud in the Force, in different ways.
"I also sense that she carries around a lot of guilt. Which is something I admittedly can relate to. We even had a talk some weeks ago, before you arrived."
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But alright, maybe he's trying to tell her something about himself, too. Certainly the part of about guilt, well.
She hasn't had a chance to really consider the guilt he felt as a leader among the Jedi.
"Oh?" she prompts, gently.
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“She had an unpleasant experience with a fellow she sent to us for help. I did my best to encourage her but she’s rather hard on herself. Though I’m in no position to judge. It’s hard not to think of some things as my fault.”
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She sucks in a breath. "It seemed so counter to everything we had both committed our lives to."
She rubs a thumb over the back of his hand. "Now I'm wondering if that wasn't rather the point. To tie much of the galaxy up in impossible choices."
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“Oh yes, how could I forget?” His tone one of dry humor, but sobers quickly. “It was counter to everything we believed in as Jedi. Though we had little choice. We couldn’t not enter the war. It was an impossible choice as you say, and I absolutely believe it was by design.”
Their downfall had been planned well in advance. So how could they have possibly stood up against it? Though there was still one factor he hadn’t mentioned.
“Including my former Padawan’s involvement in all of it.”
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Since Ezra seemed firm on Luke Skywalker being a Jedi Knight, as well?
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Obi-Wan’s tone is grim and sad.
“Palpatine manipulated him all those years, and I never knew it. So when he made his move, he used Anakin as well. He led the siege on our temple.”
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