"I remember back when she first became your padawan, Master Fisto." Bultar started as the Jedi gathered in Kit's room. "We were both so young at the time, freshly assigned. We were both so excited for new adventures, chances to make the universe a better place. She was always so selfess...doing what she could to help others, never thinking of herself or what the consequences would be for her." She commented from her spot on the bed, legs folded and hands in her lap.

"She was something," Quinlan agreed as he sat in a chair he'd pulled up from the corner of the room. "Very clever, always determining the best way to get through a situation with the least casualties." He propped his elbow on his knee and ran his hand over his mouth. "I can say for a fact that she saved me more than enough times when I worked with her. And over ninety percent of the time, she did it without violence. That's a gift."

"Indeed." Master Yoda nodded as he sat on the bed a few feet away from Bultar. "A thinker, she was. Only when violence was the final option, did she act with her blade."

"Like that little quarrel with Dooku back on Geonosis a few years back." Quinlan said more to himself than the group.

"Right, only then did she harm him. When he gave her no other choice." Kit spoke up. "And it was thanks to her quick thinking in crashing her ship on Tatooine after the ordeal that we had the opportunity to catch him for ourselves."

"Before he escaped. Again." Rahm sighed as he leaned his side against the wall and folded his arms. "Regardless, she did give us and the galaxy a moment of peace. Though I don't think she ever knew that we had him locked up for a while in the first place."

"Keeping secrets from her, the Council sincerely regrets." Master Yoda shook his head. "Trust her more, we should have. Consider more opinions than Master Windu's, the Council should have."

"I think there are a lot of things we all regret when it comes to Denali." Master Plo joined in the conversation. It felt easier for all of them to speak of their friend when they were far from the Temple, away from the strictness of the Code and the Order. Where they could say what needed to be said, tell the stories they wanted to tell, all without the weight of responsibility hanging over their shoulders.

The group of individuals continued to speak of the good old days, reminisce and recall the times they'd spent with such a loyal friend and how fortunate they'd been. But as they got all nostalgic and teary-eyed over the things they should've said to Denali before they lost her, Obi-Wan stood on the room's balcony, alone.  

He didn't need to hear it. Their cheap 'sorry's, how they believed they had a right to miss his wife when they'd betrayed her when she needed them most. They were just as bad as he was when it came to Denali's final moments and how she'd stood alone against Windu in her last seconds of life.

Obi-Wan hated it. Oh, how he loathed the idea of Mace Windu being the last person to ever speak to Denali, how his denial of peace were the last words she heard before she was murdered by someone she trusted. It wasn't just Obi-Wan's fault, it was their's as well. The Jedi. The Order. It was them who brought his world down crashing around himself. And now they had the audacity to mourn over someone they didn't even truly know.

"Obi-Wan," He turned around before Anakin had even said his name as the Jedi Knight practically plowed through Kit's room to get to his balcony. His breaths were ragged and his eyes were wild. "There's been a...slight inconvenience with some of the funeral arrangements."

* * * * * * * * * *

She sat in her cell across the hall from his. He was fine, she was too. They'd both been healed by the Kaminoans to a point where they didn't even need to be in their bacta tanks anymore. But apparently, saving their lives was where their hospitality ended. Because as soon as they could walk and talk and take care of themselves, they were given plain white t-shirts and pants, then shoved into prisoners cells.

And she hated it. Oh, she loathed the fact that she was only feet away from him and she couldn't do anything about it. She was so close, so close. If she only had the power, she could've strangled him on the spot. Get revenge on him destroying her, blowing her up and making everyone believe she was dead. And her child...she didn't even know where her child was. Or if there was more than one.

"Come on, Sis." Danik chuckled from across the white hallway, chained by his wrists and ankles to the wall with the same Force-resistant material as she was. His eyes were still red, a color she never thought she'd ever see them. A color that fueled her hatred for her brother so much more. "Don't take it personally. I mean, Anakin and Obi-Wan almost killed you once and you forgave them pretty quickly."

She was silent.

"I mean, sure, it was a pretty bad move on my part when it came to our relationship. But I had no other choice." He tried to explain himself with a smile, as if this was all just some big misunderstanding. "My master has seen the future. A future where the Jedi turn on the Republic and no one survives. I was only trying to save you from a torture worse than death itself."

Still, silence.

"My master saw you in his vision, too. Fighting on a lava-covered planet against the people you love, your belly carrying your child through the dangerous ordeal. You wouldn't have made it out of that situation alive. Its not that I don't have faith in you, I'm sure you fought valiantly. Its just, according to my master, Anakin stabbed you in the back and killed both you and your unborn child."

Quiet.

"But, I mean, maybe he's wrong. I guess its a possibility that he might've been imagining things." He glanced around his cell and licked his lips. "Hey, I know how you could forgive me. We could help each other escape from here. We'll get our weapons, go find whatever was in your stomach, then get off this planet and find my master. He'd take care of you, make sure that you and your offspring have a future. I know we've hit a rough patch, but come on. You and me, together, like old times."

The one reaction he finally got out of her was the slow rise of her middle finger.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then."