@fortysevenswrites replied to your post “the woman formerly known as sabé; eternal vader hunter”
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The Woman Who Was Once Sabé Of Naboo (and never would be again) shielded her eyes against the corona of blinding sun that flared around Appenza Peak like a warning: May the Force be with all who dare summit me. Alderaan was still green, still growing. Still alive.
If The Woman closed her eyes, it would feel as though nothing had changed since her last trip to the planet almost ten years before. So she did not close her eyes, even though the light burned with the ferocity of a second sun heading straight toward the cragged mountains that ringed Aldera. The rational, tactical part of her that had been Sabé of Naboo knew that it was only logical that the birds still sang sweetly on the evening air and the scent of starblossoms tickled her nose. The musical little girl who had been Tsabin even found it glad that there was still beauty in the Galaxy, and especially here, in the cradle of the Alderaanian palace where—
The Woman could not feel any of those things. She had never been an emotional person. And she was not an emotional person now. She was a raw nerve in human skin.
"I thought I heard your shuttle." The doors to the balcony opened and closed again behind The Woman, Bail Organa's steady footfalls measured on the stone as though were still leading Clones to march. More deaths, or as good as. He stood to her side and watched the sun set over Appenza in shared silence. It was the mountain that had stolen his wife's heart, in the most literal way. Bail Organa lived in its shadow whether here on this terrace or in his Senatorial apartments on Coruscant. The Woman could understand that, and she respected him for it.
She found her voice at last once the planet's single sun disappeared over the horizon. Night on Alderaan was much darker than that on Naboo. Night just about anywhere was darker than that on Coruscant, with its trillions of lights and lives humming—even now, with the enforcement of an Imperial curfew. The moonless sky above Alderaan let the stars shine all the more brightly.
They reminded The Woman Who Was Once Sabé of the white blossoms that landed in Padmé's curls during the procession.
"No." Bail's eyes were closed, too, against the light of the stars when she finally turned her head to look. "Not in the end."
"I don't believe that." The Woman's voice was harsher than Sabé's had been, or Tsabin's, or Amidala's. She waited until Bail Organa looked back at her. "Sabé existed to keep her alive. Whatever it meant, it would have been worth it to her. To me. My hands were hers." She looked down at the hands in question, small and unadorned on the terrace balustrade. Beside her smallest finger, a starblossom opened its petals, welcoming the change from day to night. "My heart was hers."
