The Penpal Paradox/Chapter Fifteen
"The year is marked thirty-one, ninth month, twelfth day. The location is Mid Rim, Nar-Shadaa."
Dorme paused and took a breath before she continued.
"Dear Padme: My first mission as a Master is complete and although it was an overall success, my heart is still heavy. It's been a little over a year since I heard from you on that fateful day. Somehow, though, I still carry the disappointment with me. I feel the need to purge my soul before this consumes me or has a dire effect on my abilities to train my Padawan.
You lied to me. By pretending to be someone you no longer were, you were dishonest. I believe, it was that dishonesty which led to what can only be characterized as irresponsible and dangerous decisions on your part.
I have meditated extensively on the possibility that your interference may have cost the life of my Master, but I've decided the evidence is inconclusive. Whether or not we had ever written, Qui-Gon could have died that day. I can't dispute that.
I do feel compelled, however, to inform you that as I do have some understanding of the dangers of altering the time-space continuum, I feel it's too risky to continue writing one another and possibly expose any further information.
Consider this my farewell letter. I'm not certain if we shall meet again, as I'm not sure what the future will hold. And that is how it should be. Sincerely, Obi-Wan."
"I'm sorry," Dorme told her softly.
Padme tried to reply, but didn't trust her voice. Instead, she nodded her head and then cut the transmission.
She needed to return her attention back to piloting the ship, suddenly finding the task far more difficult through tear-filled eyes.