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Grim stared at the box a long moment before opening it. Three years. Three years she had spent hiding on this damned world. She would’ve stayed longer but she could no longer bear to look at her father and lie to his face every day about their brother.
She finally found the strength in herself to open up the box she had dug up. She lost that strength the moment she did. Tears filled her eyes and that overwhelming grief from three years earlier crashed into her.
Three lightsabers sat in the box.
On top was a smooth black lightsaber with a curved hilt. The ends of it were sharpened as if even without the blade it could be a weapon. The bottom tip of this lightsaber was bright red. This was the lightsaber that belonged to the young woman who had come to collect it.
Grim wrapped her hand around this lightsaber, and moved it from the box. Again she hesitated, staring at the remaining two weapons.
These lightsabers were in the standard shape that one would imagine when hearing of a lightsaber - if those that imagined lightsabers who were not those who had them still existed in the galaxy. The lightsabers belonged to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. They lay side by side. Two weapons that had once belonged to two halves of a single warrior.
A warrior Grim had known by name, yet could never save.
She stared at these lightsabers a moment longer, then she moved her hand which clutched her own out in front the box. She opened her hand as the weapon stayed in the center of her palm.
“This weapon is your life,” she said to no one but the wind. A life that each of them had lost. Grim wrapped her hand around her lightsaber again. “Don’t lose it.”
She clipped her lightsaber to her belt. Hiding it underneath the cloak she wore.
Again she stared at the remaining two lightsabers in the box. Those weapons represented their lives. Both were still alive and yet they were dead at the same time.
She closed the box. Concealing the contents within it.
She paused for a moment and opened the box again. She placed her own trinket within. Something that had not belonged to Grim Kennet. It belonged to Rue Kenobi.
For the final time she closed the box.
She stood up, staring at the box that held the lives of two dead Jedi, and of a lonely woman.
For the first time in three years Grim used the Force. Grabbing the sand that had become a pile and covering the box once more.
She stood above the grave, looking at it for another long moment. There was no need for a funeral, nobody was left to mourn these lives, and all of them still remained. Still the young Jedi found herself sentimental. So she spoke to nothingness, with the suns and the sand as her only witness to the sorrowful scene.
“Here lies Anakin Skywalker, a once Jedi Knight whom I had seen as my brother despite the darkness I had known was within him. Here lies Obi-Wan Kenobi, the best Jedi Master I could have ever known, and one I had been glad to call my own, he had been my brightest light even as the galaxy dimmed. And here lies Rue Kenobi, a name that was never mine, it belonged solely to my grief as I hid myself away. I can not be that woman anymore.” She stared at the unmarked grave. Tears rolling down her cheeks. “Goodbye,” she said at last.
With that Grim Kennet left. Leaving behind the memories that never belonged to her.
Would Ben miss Rue? She thought that he would. And perhaps Grim might miss Ben as much as she missed Obi-Wan. But she would let him go too. It was all that was left for her to do now.
Let go of the past as she walked into the future. The story of Rue was now over. Grim’s had never ended, even when she had died. It was time to claim that life again. For she was a Jedi Knight. Despite what the galaxy would try to claim.