OKAY, I OFFICIALLY CANNOT. I CANNOT.

I just watched the Crystal Crisis on Utapau number two, and I feel horrible. I was literally in hysterics the whole time, it was adorable, and funny, and CANCELLED.

Grr.

Well, this was supposed to be posted on Monday, (Monday was the original airdate of the Lawless two years ago) but I'm lazy. So here we are now. This was half inspired by a reviewer and half inspired by a youtube comment (so you know it's going to be interesting). Hope you guys like it!

"I don't want to talk!" Obi-Wan stormed past Anakin before he could open his mouth. He was certain Anakin was going to ask. Why was Obi-Wan in Mandolorian armor? Where did he go? Where was the Twilight?

Why did he leave?

Obi-Wan harshly slammed his fist into his door, collapsing on the other side of it. Why did he leave... why did he ever leave? Why did he run from star system to star system, leaving so much behind?

Why did he leave a stubborn blonde duchess behind?

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, regret slamming his heart against his chest. He had relived this decision so many times in his life... He had been brought back, brought back to those weighted footsteps he took, leaving Satine with nothing but his retreating back and hazy shadow.

He had trapped her in the dark confinement of his departure, abandoning her with other wisps of stories. She was just another strand of memory, another ghostly fragment trailing in his wake.

Obi-Wan laid his forehead on his fist, still rested against his door. He had trapped her in the same place he had carelessly thrown Maul. Trapped her in the same place as all of the things he left behind.

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"So we're leaving," Obi-Wan finished breathlessly. Satine's eyes widened, reverting into a tight clench as she whirled around to face away. Obi-Wan's gaze drifted towards the floor guiltily. He hoped, in those stagnant, heavy moments, that she knew this wasn't his idea.

In a sudden bang of motion and color, Obi-Wan felt her hands clutch his head, her lips crushing his. He froze, allowing her to pull away quickly. And bring her facing away from him once more.

"Now you can leave." Satine shakily pronounced his sentence. "Now you can go and become a Jedi."

"Satine..." Obi-Wan approached readily.

"No." Satine brushed him away, turning to face him again. A serene smile broke its way through her tears as she raised her palm to his cheek.

"Become a Jedi. Become the very best Jedi. Make me proud." Satine gazed at him lovingly. She leaned in for a gentler, softer kiss as she briefly pressed her lips against his. She stopped, leaning her forehead against his, and let a small whisper.

"I...I... I'll miss you, Ben..."

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Why, Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut, did the very thought of leaving ever cross my mind?

Obi-Wan sighed, hands moving to tug off the armor. The council or the senate would probably want to see him after his unapproved departure. At the very least, he owed an explanation to Anakin.

Obi-Wan hurriedly combed his fingers through his hair, smoothing the creases of his now replaced robes. On his way out the door, he paid one final glance to the crumpled armor on the floor. Armor symbolic of a grand failure. Armor symbolic of what Obi-Wan could not save.

The armor, Obi-Wan realized, that had held Satine Kryze in her dying breaths. The armor that she had hugged so warmly when he had entered her cell... The gloves that had brought her cold, unmoving hands to his lips. The gloves that held the very last moments in the life of Duchess Satine Kryze.

Spurred by this train of thought, Obi-Wan unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, and in one swift move, cut the gloves from the armor, discarding his own. He pulled them onto his hands, marveling at how something technically inconsequential could change so much. How it could make him believe.

Maybe he could delay his parting a small while longer.

So in other words, this is what happens when you combine youtube and fanfiction: OBI-WAN KENOBI, FASHION DESIGNER!

I'm sorry if I got anything wrong with the clothing. I literally had to look up pictures of his clothes for the gloves, so I'm not that familiar with how they work. But then again, who knows how any clothing in this universe works. Leia buns? Satine's headdress? MYSTERY OF THE CENTURY

Also sorry this was late, and I'll try to write more and more quickly. Also, since tomorrow is the five-year anniversary of Voyage of Temptation, I am planning to do a chapter set during the episode. It probably won't be as weird as this one, and slightly less angsty. All the same, thanks for reading and sleep well!

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