It had been one of the most dangerous missions Obi-Wan had ever been on, faking his own death and disguising himself as a hardened criminal. But the Chancellor was safe, and life could finally return to normal for the Jedi Master. All he wanted at this point was a shower and a good night's sleep.
But first, he needed to make a dreaded but vital stop to Satine's apartment. He knew this wasn't going to be a happy visit, but he couldn't keep up the charade any longer. Satine, like the rest of his friends, thought he was truly dead. It was time for him to come out with the truth, no matter how ugly the consequences.
He swallowed hard, then knocked on the front door. After a few seconds, the blonde duchess, wearing a dark blue dress, answered. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and puffy, an obvious giveaway to the crying she'd recently been doing. In her hand was a white handkerchief.
"...Obi? Obi, is that you?"
He nodded.
"Satine, I -"
SMACK!
A well-deserved one, for sure, but a surprise coming from her.
Man, for a pacifist she can swing, he thought, rubbing the sore spot on his cheek.
"You son of a bitch! Shabuir! Shabuir Jetii! Ni'duraa!"she cried in her native Mando'a, pounding his chest with her fists as hard as she could. "I went to your funeral, goddamn it!"
He didn't quite understand exactly what Satine was saying, but he knew – whatever it was – it was very strongly worded and not good at all. Not that he blamed her. Nor could he blame her for pummeling him over and over. Satine got a few blows in before Obi-Wan could grab her wrists. He held them above her head. She tried to break free from the Jedi's grip, twisting and turning her arms every which way, but to no avail.
"Let me go," she screamed.
"Satine, please," he whispered, using a Force suggestion to help calm her. "Udesii."
She looked up into Obi-Wan's calm blue eyes, taking a deep breath as she did. He felt her arms relax as he held them in position.
"Ni ceta, cyar'ika. Ni ceta," he whispered, offering the deepest apology he could to the Mandalorian.
He let go of her wrists and let her arms fall limply by her side. Then, without another word, he pulled her into an embrace, her head pressed into his chest.
When Satine heard the strong beat of his heart, something she was so sure she'd never hear again, she lost all control. She let out a wordless, wailing cry into his chest and collapsed into heaving sobs. He stood there, silent and still as a stone for what seemed like hours, and just let her cry.