Sequel - A broken galaxy for us to fix

|| Tensions ||

The sun dipped over the horizon, the shadows a yearning cat slowly crawling over the vast dessert.

It was the only thing that told Obiwan that hours had passed. Hours in which he had sat there- in his room. Doing nothing.

Satine was alive.

She was alive and well-

He should have been happy, like he had been when he had first found out.

Should have felt as full of life- as enthusiastic.

Instead the shock had worn off and it has created a dull ache, similar to the one that Satines 'death', had left.

Except... with every hour that passed Obiwan feared that this one may be worse.

He hadn't thought it to be possible, for something to hurt more than losing Satine, then to hold her dead corpse in his arms and know- she would never take another breath again.

He had thought that.. but now he wasn't so sure.

He felt like an imposter. he felt ungreatful to be sitting here deep in thought when he knew she was finally alive..

But his mind, constantly moving, had left him haunted, in an odd medium where facing Satine left him tortured, but sitting here was just as bad...

He had so many questions, questions that he feared the answers too.

But most importantly he wanted to know-

A harsh knock sounded on his door, one that stole the oxygen from Obiwans lungs.

For a reason the force couldn't even tell him, Obiwan checked himself in his mirror before letting the door open.

It did not shock him to see Satine standing at the other side.

What did shock him was that she was still in armour.

He recalled countless arguments they had had about battle armour and weapons- and- here she stood the juxtaposition of the neutrality she had  once held- the peace she once held-

Obiwan felt sick at the sight.

If Satine could see his distress she did not let on. Instead she said.

"We need to talk"

All complicated words left Obiwans head as he listened to her, eyes focused on her lips..

Why were they-

Shaking his head, he said, "ok"

Looking unimpressed, Satine headed for the door, the action clear. They would be going for a walk.

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Obiwan did not think it possible for silence to have such an impact on him.

He had spend many of his hours training Anakin wishing for it.. and yet now... it surrounded him like chains.

Satine seemed comfortable, she seemed unbothered by the prospect of him and the conversation they were about to have.

It was unnerving, and concerning, and yet Obiwan did not comment.

He would not be the one to break this silence.

Not when he still wasn't quite sure all of this was really real....

She spoke first, her voice as heavenly as he remembered, taking him back to the days of being Qui-Gons Palawan.

"I suppose you have some questions for me."

"A few"

Was the only response he dared give at this moment. This thing between them.. whatever it was... was fragile. Obiwan realised that now, if she had kept her presence hidden from him for two years.