Heyyy guys!
I am, as they say, back. And I just watched the Book of Life! XD
Am I the only one who loved Manolo? I mean, a pacifistic romantic hero who turned on tradition and made a name for himself. Kinda reminded me of someone. ;)
I would say that this was inspired by that movie, (this is about the whole remembering/forgetting the dead concept after all) but I started writing this before I saw the movie. I HATH TELEKENISIS ENOBY.
This is set approximately three quarters of the way through the Lawless, during that scene where Obi-Wan and Bo-Katan are escaping and the doors open and Obi-Wan is just gazing at the battle for a second. I love that scene. Well, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy.
Funny.
Almost ironic that this was the end.
She had died in his arms just moments ago.
Yet this was the moment that Obi-Wan Kenobi truly felt the end of Satine Kryze.
He gazed upon the war-torn world, lightsaber swinging slightly in a reflex. The world had dissolved into a blur of blasting color and sound, shots relentlessly firing and banging explosions littering the scene. No, the almost peaceful scene of the throne room couldn't compare. This was the end of Duchess Satine Kryze.
It seemed that a different face had died in his arms, whispering of love to him. A different Satine Kryze to the one that had built that which was being torn apart. The one who had shared her heart with him was dead, too soon to watch the death of the other Satine Kryze. The one who ruled, and empowered, the stubborn one who won every time. Exempting this time, of course.
It certainly seemed odd, however. Obi-Wan had always harbored that nagging suspicion in the back of his mind. The knowledge that the woman he loved would die a martyr, and that there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He had always assumed, however, that it would be in the name of peace. The very pursuit of her life. Not their hasty, ill-fated romance that was never meant to exist. No, he never would have guessed that Satine Kryze would die for his love, free of regrets or grudges.
Yet the more he thought, the more this resembled the story of all that could go wrong. The story of the universe conspiring against two, of every solitary coincidence possible that could ruin Obi-Wan and Satine.
Disbelief seeped into Obi-Wan's already broken soul. This couldn't be the very same place he had landed, three years prior. The crisp, clean, mosaic of a world. Orderly yet beautiful. Elegant. Like it's leader. Obi-Wan thought with a grimace.
Yes, that was the moment that lasted far too long, as he stood helpless and watched the war rage on. That was the moment that marked the end of an era. The end of Satine Kryze. Everything she advocated for forgotten, thrown to the side as a broken trifle.
Obi-Wan's eyes shut, blast doors to cage the bitter remorseful anger dripping from his next realization. Satine Kryze didn't have to be gone. No, Satine Kryze wouldn't be gone until she was forgotten. It honestly didn't take very long. Obi-Wan ground his teeth.
He would never forget this. These few moments of tension, moments in which the world came crashing down around him. The moments that hammered his heart, freezing it in strained memory. The time that marked the end of Satine Kryze.
Goodbye, my dear. I loved you always, I always will.