There are few he's been able to speak with of Satine, very few indeed. Both Anakin and Ahsoka had their suspicions, he knows, but he had never confirmed anything with them out of some combination of cowardice and self-preservation. Their relationship would have invited questions he wouldn't be able to answer, not to their satisfaction, and talking of it always made the ache in his chest he'd learned to live with intensify.

"You knew Satine," he says. "She and I met when I was still a Padawan and we... she and I..." He smiles faintly, uncharacteristically without the proper words to encompass what they shared. "I wish I would have thought to talk to Anakin of it. Perhaps he might better understand the choices we make and the regrets we hold, even when we're trained not to."