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Bo-Katan used to hate her sister. Satine: the one who’d walked away. She’d named her deserter and hated her.
It took years, but hatred withered and even anger cooled (Maybe when Satine had seen her alive and wept). Satine had just been a kid; she couldn’t be expected to act like an adult. But through all of that, Bo-Katan had never really forgiven her sister. There was no room in her heart for forgiveness.
She learned Satine was dead and her eyes burned. Maybe there was room in her heart to mourn.
(She’d still tell herself it was the smoke.)