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Satele,
I cannot imagine what age you will be when - if - this ever makes it into your hands, but I know I will have missed far too many years of your life by then. That I have already missed far too many years of your life.
As I am sure you are fully aware, the Jedi Order and the Republic have left me here for daring to believe that the Jedi Code, that the commandment on no attachments, might be erroneous, that attachments may be a source of strength rather than weakness. They exiled me here for committing what I am sure in their minds is blasphemy, and what I am sure they are also drilling into you and every child in the Order.
You are my daughter, my darling Satele, and the blood of both Bastila Shan and Revan himself runs through your veins. Never forget that. I have no doubt that you are powerful in the Force, perhaps powerful enough to rival them. Even as a newborn, I could sense your presence, clearer than anything I have I felt. Even as I write this, I can sense your absence, but I trust that you are well. The Jedi would not give up a powerful Force-user such as yourself so easily, not when they could simply engrain within you their beliefs.
But I should not be so bitter about the Jedi. There are many good men and women among them, doing good things for the galaxy. It is the Order that is wrong, not the people within them. But that is a discussion for another time.
You are doubtless wondering why I have written this for you, why an exiled Jedi Knight, forced from the Order for her heresy, would reach out to another Jedi in such a manner. But you are still my child, regardless of our status as Jedi, and I hope only to do as a mother ought, even from across this distance.
I only hope in time that you will come to understand.
-Tasiele Shan