20 years earlier
"Korkie's such a stupid name for a baby, Tee. It sounds like something you'd name a dog," the younger redhead said as she flipped through the pages of a magazine. "Where do you come up with this stuff, anyway?"
"I don't know. I kind of like it."
"Why are you even thinking about having a baby, anyway? You're only 15."
"Sixteen in a couple of months," Satine corrected. "And one of us needs to continue the bloodline at some point."
"Have at it, sister. I don't want anything that big coming out of there. And all the screaming and eating and pooping..."
"Must you be so negative, Bo?"
"I'm just saying. It sounds painful as hell. I'd rather not be tied down. I'd actually like to get off this dustball and see the rest of the galaxy. Kind of hard to do with a screaming infant at your teet."
"You'll change your mind when you find someone you really love."
"Doubt it."
Satine rolled her eyes, exasperated.
"Sometimes I can't believe we're related."
"Yup, and you're stuck with me forever and ever, Tee. Get used to it."
"You're Satine's sister, aren't you?"
The petite redhead paused for a second to look at the Jedi. Beneath the menacing Mandalorian armor and battle-hardened face was the thirteen year old girl lying across her big sister's bed looking at glossy pictures of the galaxy's latest heartthrobs.
She bit her lip, an unconscious bid to stop the tears that were threatening to build up. Just like Satine used to do.
Through the Force, Obi-Wan felt the heartbreak Bo tried so hard to hide in the name of being a stone-cold warrior. They were different in every way, but at the end of the day, she'd watched her first – and, loathe to admit it, best – friend die right in front of her.
"I'm so sorry."