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because i don’t want to deal with going through 5.6k words and formatting them again... my new fic project. obitine and anidala, eventually. excerpt:
The first time Obi-Wan meets Satine, she’s arguing (debating, she’ll snarl, later, there’s a difference) with Master Yoda.
Obi-Wan walks into the salle one morning for Advanced Lightsaber Techniques to see a little girl with white-blonde hair and icy blue eyes standing only a few inches away from the small green Master and shouting at him. “Jedi are supposed to be peacekeepers,” she exclaims. “By carrying a weapon, we’re just as bad as--bounty hunters!”
Obi-Wan (ten years old and rather annoyed by being compared to a common bounty hunter, as if) frowns, stepping forward. “We can’t keep the peace if we’re dead,” he says, with the air of someone imparting a great truth. “Right, Master Yoda?”
“Correct, you are,” Yoda says, much to the girl’s irritation. “Important, self-defense is.”
“All fighting is horrible.” The girl’s eyes flash, and she clenches her small fists. “Killing people is wrong! It doesn’t matter what excuses you make, it’s still wrong!”
“But what if a hundred innocent people will die because you don’t kill an evil person?” Obi-Wan asks. Even she can’t argue back against that logic.
“Everyone can be reasoned with,” the girl says, sounding surprisingly mature for her age (with how small she is, Obi-Wan doesn’t think she could be any older than eight). “Maybe, if you’d tried talking instead of just killing, that one person wouldn’t have done… whatever it is he did. If you just kill him, you’ll never know!”
He groans, stares helplessly at Master Yoda. “Master--”
“Correct, Satine also is.”
Obi-Wan’s jaw drops open. “What?”
“A time for diplomacy, there is, and a time for violence, there also is. Knowing the difference, the true wisdom of a Jedi is.” The Master considers for a moment, looking between the two younglings. “Learn from each other, you can. Learn how to fight, you will, Satine. Teach Obi-Wan the value of diplomacy, you must.”
And then he hobbles away, leaning on his gimer stick, leaving the two children to stare at each other with matching expressions of horror.
