Nakoma was doing her hair one night when she heard a knock on the door. She got up and went to answer it. "May I come in?" Anakin asked. Though confused, Nakoma let him in. He sat down on her bed. "Can I talk to you?" he asked. Nakoma was still confused why Anakin was at her quarters this late, but she nodded.
Anakin was going through alot. His stress and anger had doubled since Ahsoka's suicide. "Afew months before you became my Padawan, Ahsoka... lost her will to live." Anakin croaked. Nakoma put her hands over her mouth in shock. "She was on her home-world Shili at the time of her passing."...
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