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Grim and Obi-Wan remained quiet for a long time after entering hyperspace. Both of them were thinking over what had just happened on Mandalore, trying to process it all.
Grim was the first to speak. “You weren't meant to be there,” she said, quietly. “I'm sorry, I almost got you killed.”
He was never supposed to have fought Sidious. She had caused that to change, it was the only thing she had changed on that mission.
“You weren't supposed to be there either,” he replied. “I was supposed to go on my own to begin with.”
“You weren't supposed to go at all according to the Council,” she retorted. “But that's not what I'm talking about. Never once were you ever supposed to have fought Sidious, and I'm sorry that I caused that to change.”
“You shouldn't have been fighting Sidious either, and he implied that you have fought before.”
“Because we have,” she whispered. “I'm sorry Obi-Wan, I know I should have told you sooner. I was just afraid of what you would think. Are…are you mad at me?”
Obi-Wan turned to look at her. His expression was serious, but his eyes were gentle and kind. “I'm not mad, Padawan. But I am worried. Until now, nobody on the Council has ever fought Sidious, and you have fought him multiple times. The fact that you're still alive-”
“I'm only still alive because he wants me alive. I should be dead. I should have been killed a long time ago.”
“How long ago, Grim? When did you first fight him?”
She looked away, “I'm sorry, Master.”
“Grim…”
“You should be mad at me. Why aren't you? I wasn't able to save Satine, and I almost got you killed!”
“And you think that's your fault?” He asked. “I went to save Satine so if her death is your fault it falls on me as well. And you did not force me to fight Sidious, you didn't know I would follow you.”
She was quiet again. She focused her attention on the hyperspace through the viewport of the ship.
“You can't control what other people do,” he said. “I made a choice to save you from Sidious, and it almost killed me, but that isn't on you. I made a choice to go to Mandalore to save Satine, and I fell for Maul’s trap, despite you trying to warn me, that isn't on you.”
“That doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't have been there to fight Sidious, you should have already been escaping Mandalore.”
“Without you?” He asked.
“Yes, without me!” She snapped, looking back at him. “When was the last time I actually changed anything significant?”
“And what would have happened to you if I hadn't stepped in?” He asked.
“...Sidious would have captured me.”
“Would you have preferred that?”
“If it meant you never got hurt by him…”
“Do you think that I think so little of you that it wouldn't hurt me if you got captured?”
“That's not what I meant.”
“Little one, listen to me, you carry so much, but you shouldn't have to. And you don't have to face all of this on your own. I am certainly not your responsibility, nor is anyone else.”
“Who else can carry this if not me?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? The burdens you carry are not something anyone can face on their own. If you shared the weight-”
“No. I'm sorry, Master, but I just can't. What I know, and what I'm doing would put others in danger if I shared it.”
“I'm afraid we already are.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
“You wouldn't.”
“You only think that because you don't know what I do.”
Obi-Wan sighed heavily, he recognized he couldn't get through to her. They've had this conversation far too many times. “Very well,” he said.
Silence fell between them again. Grim rested her head on Obi-Wan's shoulder. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Thank you for saving me, dad.”
He smiled. “Of course, little one.”