#visitingagrave

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

Kya leaned against the wet seat back. She shivered when she felt water soaking her dark coat.

“It seems like it’s over. Amon is gone, Korra is restoring people’s bendings. Air nomads are finally safe.”

She paused for a second and closed her eyes.

“Looks like people are safe now. The danger is gone, there is no need to worry. I hope you can see it. I’m so proud of you…”

It started to rain more. Drops and tears were running down her tired face.

“I’m sorry,” she wiped her tears. “You know it’s hard, I can’t move on. I’ve tried but I just can’t.”

“I would do anything to bring you back here, we could smile and you would say that it wasn’t a big deal, you know. You always came across as a tough guy.”

She laughed a little but it sounded more like sobbing than the actual laugh.

“I still set the table for two. I can’t get used to living alone, even the bed seems too big these days. I remember that you complained about it being too small for two. I want you back.”

She didn’t expect anything to happen. And she was right, the grave was a little darker than it was when she arrived, it was because it was wet now.

She didn’t want to look at the epitaph or even on the name of the person that was lying there.

She didn’t want to feel anything.

She took a deep breath.

“I need to go now but I’ll visit you tomorrow, I promise.”

She stood up and put a beautiful, yellow tulip on the stony grave.

“You’re favourite.”

She was about to go but she turned around one last time.

“I can’t stay long. We were on our way back from Ord Mantell,” the man said softly. “Viszla had a keep there. It didn’t go well.” Obi-wan rubbed a hand across weary eyes. “We lost a lot of men and several Jedi in the assault. I’m sorry we had to resort to violence, but Maul must be stopped. His Shadow Syndicate is formidable, and it appears now that he may still be a Sith Apprentice.”

He glanced up quickly, as if checking for a reaction. Only silence greeted his words.

“The Separatist leader, Dooku, was there as well. He and Maul worked together. Master Windu and many of the Order now believe that Dooku is the Sith Lord, with Maul working as his apprentice.”

Obi-wan folded his arms, burying his hands in his sleeves. “I know you don’t approve of the war and the Jedi’s role in it, Duchess. But if Dooku is indeed the Sith Lord, the Jedi are right to be involved. The power of the Sith goes beyond simple destruction and is a threat to more than just the Jedi. It is corruption to a degree that has not been seen in a thousand years. Only Force wielders can stop them. To have a Sith Lord in a position of such influence is extremely dangerous.” Bo-Katan thought he sighed. “Unfortunately, they both escaped. Again.”

More silence. Bo Katan inspected the brown-clad man, seeing the weary slump of his shoulders. She didn’t expect any more words from him and turned to go, a sour anger igniting in her heart. Jedi, Sith, Force. She knew the words, of course, but her people’s history tainted the meanings of them all with bitterness. This Jedi seemed to be no different than the rest.

“Forgive me.” The voice was filled with pain, and Bo-Katan turned back in surprise. Perhaps her first instincts about this Jedi had not been wrong after all.

“You were not part of it, but this war killed you. Without it, the Jedi would have been able to help. And now, Mandalore is…” His voice trailed off, into soft words that Bo-Katan could not quite make out, until the very end. “I don’t know why I came… Because of me, you are one with the Force.”

The Jedi sank to his knees. “Ni ceta,” he murmured, bowing his head in grief and respect.