The Makings Of Greatness | Obi-Wan Kenobi

One Of A Kind

Obi-Wan's P.O.V.

"For a man swore to peace..." Satine speaks up with an underlying tone. "You take an unseemly pleasure in the injury of others."

I glance at the two Death Watch Mandalorians, almost shocked at what she's insinuating. They had captured me earlier with the full intentions of killing me. I was about to turn into pieces like scrap metal when Satine got me out of it without a second to spare.

Then two of the death watch came at her, so I did the only thing I could; disarmed and put them into unconsciousness. What else did she expect me to do? Literally anyone would have understood that what I did was necessary.

"For a woman sworn to nonviolence..." I speak up in my sarcastic tone while turning to look at her. "You don't seem troubled that they could have killed me."

"But, you weren't." She argues while stepping closer to me and folding her arms. "And yet I still have heard no thanks."

I keep my frustration at bay from her words. After all this time, she's still the same as when I met her. Not only that, but this entire mission with her has reminded me of Vale.

Though arguing with Vale would be more enjoyable; she wouldn't demand for me to say thank you. Nonetheless, Satine continues to remind me of her when I hoped she would do the exact opposite. My time with Vale has come and gone; I keep having to remind myself during this mission.

It's been a year now since everything happened; the miscarriage, ending our affair, and parting ways. I've moved on and risen above what happened between Vale and I. Looking back on it, I know what we were doing was wrong even though it felt right at the time.

Regardless, I've gotten over not seeing her anymore. I've let go of the pain of losing a baby. Between letting go and getting over what happened, I've also moved on from the love Vale and I shared.

That doesn't mean I don't think about her; it's quite hard when most of my memories are with her by my side. Vale was, and still is, my best friend. To be honest, for the past year it's been hard not having my best friend.

If this happened to me with another woman, Vale would do anything to lift my spirits. It would make her stay closer by my side. Yet, it didn't happen to me with another woman; it happened to me with her. Satine doesn't help either; it only reminds me of what I used to have with Vale.

"Well, you certainly haven't changed much." I let out in a sigh before swallowing my pride and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you."

A smile appears on her face as she looks up at me. She giving me the same look of affection she gave me what I came to her aid as a padawan. I let my thumb skim her neck and I offer her a crooked smile.

Tilting my head, I lean my head closer and open my mouth to say something. In the same second, I hear heels walking into the room and I turn my head to see who's joined us. I feel pinned from where I stand; the air leaves my longs at the sight of her.

Vale's stand across the room with a completely pissed off expression making me wonder how long she's been here. My eyes roam her figure in disbelief that she's here right now. Out of the past year of doing everything not to see me, she comes and sees me now after all this time.

Her blond hair is to her chin and though her scars around her face are noticeable; they have faded. She's wearing a black leather jacket I've never seen her wear before, with a red Republic symbol on one shoulder. My eyes drop to the pearl necklace around her neck and I swallow the spit in the back of my throat.

My eyes meet her again and I can't help but think about how she has grown. She looks older as if she's been a through a hell of a war, which she has, of course. Staring at her in disbelief, all I can think is how she looks like this past year has taken a toll on her, as if trying to let go of what we used to have.