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They were close as children, but they were children of the war, and the war sundered them. To the death, Satine had supposed, for many years, and eventually, her sister stopped being a feature of her nightmares.
Until the day Bo-Katan resurfaced in Death Watch.
Her eyes stung with tears, angry and self-recriminating as they were. “I have failed you,” Satine muttered.
Bo-Katan, taller and older than Satine had ever thought she would be, turned and stared quizzically at her. “Yes, you did,” she said simply. No hope of forgiveness from her. “But I still would have walked this path.”