Satine sobbed at Obi Wan's funeral. She didn't want to believe that he was really dead. That he would randomly show up and walk her home.
Padme had tried to tell her in the easiest way possible but Satine took it badly either way.
She had been drowned in grief the past couple days. She felt like the galaxy lost light and she didn't have motivation to lead an entire system right now.
She had come to Coruscant to be present at his funeral. She sobbed the entire time, she got so many confused looks as to why the Duchess of Mandalore was here but she couldn't care less. After the Funeral ended Padme tried to talk to Satine but she walked about before she could find her.
Satine needed to be alone with her thoughts right now and didn't want to be told how great of a person he was and how he sacrificed his life to save others.
Satine walked into the halls, she was most definitely not going back to Mandalore tonight. She was going to stay at her apartment on Coruscant.
She hated the realization that she would have to continue ruling Mandalore. As she walked to her apartment she tried not to think of all the times she could've asked Obi Wan to stay.
She felt responsible because if she had asked him to stay he would be safe on Mandalore still and she would be there and not on Coruscant. The past is the past, she thought. Obi Wan had always told her not to think about the what-ifs of the past and what could have been. She always acted like she agreed and in all honesty she knew it would be better for her to not think about that but she wasn't a Jedi like Obi Wan. She hadn't been trained to let go of people she really loved and cared about. She wasn't trained to just act like everything is fine, when it's not.
She flew the speeder back to her apartment, crying.
"Honestly Satine, you need to control yourself," she scolded herself. As she stepped out of the speeder she whipped the remaining tears off her face. Taking a deep breath she nodded to both of her guards. Walking into the apartment, everything felt empty. She collapsed onto the couch, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.
"Satine?" a familiar voice asked. That voice that Satine thought was dead. She turned her head instantly. But her face changed when she saw who said that. It wasn't Obi Wan. They had a tattoo across their face but something was weird. They had the same Jedi Robes Obi Wan wore. She stood up quickly and backed away.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Obi Wan," he told her in the same Coruscanti accent she remembered Obi Wan had.
"No, Obi Wan is dead and you-you don't look like him," she tried to say without crying.
"Please just let me explain," he begged. He looked like a criminal. Satine didn't like this.
"Fine," she agreed, quietly.
"The Chancellor is in danger. So the Jedi Council decided hiring a bounty hunter to kill a famous and well known Jedi. I was chosen. I took a vital suppressor, so that when I fell from the building when I was unconscious that no one could sense me or check my pulse. They used a facial transformation program to turn me into the bounty hunter that killed me," he explained.
"Someone could make that up," she looked at him hoping for him to change back into the Obi Wan she knew.
"I'm still the same Ben you knew on Mandalore as I am now," he used the nickname she had called him.
"You're really alive," she gasped. "Why didn't you tell me before you fell off a building?!"
"Because the Jedi Council wouldn't allow me too," he defended. She looked so hurt, he couldn't imagine what she went through.
"Then why did they let you come now?!" She felt angry and hurt. Why did he have to be so selfless and run off risking his life for thousands of people.
"They don't know I'm here," he whispered.
"What?!" she didn't believe she heard right.
"I don't know what you have been going through but when I heard you were at my funeral, I needed to make sure you were okay. I haven't been allowed outside of the medical room. I am so sorry, Satine. I didn't want to put you through any of this. I should have told you sooner," he looked down.
Satine felt tears fall down her face. Yes she was angry with him but how could she be angry when he ran off to tell her she's alright. She walked closer to him. When she put her hand on his arm he looked up.
"It's okay, Ben," she smiled. "I'm glad you're alright," she felt as if talking above a whisper would break everything in this room. "So you shaved your beard?" she didn't want to make him sad.
"Yes well, that was the unfortunate part of this mission," he smiled.
"You know when I said that your beard hides too much of your handsome face, I didn't mean shave your hair too and look like a bounty hunter," she joked. Obi Wan chuckled. "Will you be able to change back? It's temporary, right?" She suddenly became concerned.
"Yes, I promise once my mission is done I will come and visit you looking normal again," he vowed. Satine hugged him.
"Thank you, Ben." she whipped the tears off her face. "You probably have to go," she looked down.
"Yes, but Satine, I'm okay and I do love you," he smiled.
"Obi Wan!" Satine laughed. "Oh, you're actually serious," she stared at him.
"Yes, Satine," he replied.
"I love you too," she hugged him one last time before he left.
Obi Wan cleared his throat. The two criminals on the bench looked up at him.
"We were just leaving," one of them told him. Stabbing that shark and having the reputation of being 'Kenobi's killer' was really working for him. He sat down and started to stretch. Reaching his arm down to grab a com. He then continued and subtly put the earpiece in. As he leaned down he turned the com on.
"This is Ben. I found the transmitter but I shall have to make this short, we have a problem." He had requested they use Ben instead of Obi Wan because obviously he couldn't be calling himself Obi Wan Kenobi right now but he really liked it because Satine called him that. He couldn't wait to see her again.