Star Wars - Kenobi

Was it intentional?
    Ben looked over his shoulder. “Any forces the Ulbrecks reach will secure the house first, before searching here. There’s still time for us all to get what we want, A’Yark. I want the boy.”
    “No,” A’Yark said, bringing her weapon down again to a menacing position over Jabe’s body. She poked at the teenager’s clothing with the blunt end of the gaderffii. “It is forbidden for Tusken to unmask. But for a settler to wear the mask of a Tusken—”
    “—it is indescribably worse,” Ben said. “That’s your belief, isn’t it?”
    “It is believed.” A’Yark gripped the gaderffii. “Jabe dies.”
    “Then we are at an impasse,” Ben said, pulling out the metal weapon that A’Yark had seen before. He activated it, and a spear of blue energy lit the gully. Sharad Hett had named it once for her. A lightsaber .
    Ben walked toward the pit. “I won’t let you kill Jabe, no matter what he’s done.”
    “We are born to die,” A’Yark said.
    “Maybe you are,” Ben said. “But it is possible to be ready to die—and still prefer to live. And I think you do.”
    Her gemstone eyepiece glinted purple in the light. “You are wrong!”
    “I think not.” Ben said, staring at her. “I’ve heard them talk about you, A’Yark—and seen your actions. You don’t just strike just for menace. You have goals .” He lowered the lightsaber slightly. “Like at the oasis store. You came for Annileen. Why?”
    A’Yark stood motionless, astounded. How could a human know anything that motivated a Tusken?
    Ben paused for a moment. “Ah,” he said. “I see. You thought she was like me. And like Sharad Hett,” he said. “If you knew Sharad, you must have known that he was not like the other settlers. He carried a weapon, like this,” Ben moved the shining sword to and fro, slicing the air before A’Yark and her captive. “And he could do other things.”
    “Sharad … wizard, ” A’Yark said.
    “Wiz—” Ben stopped moving the lightsaber. “Yes. He would have seemed.”
    “You are his kind,” A’Yark said, mesmerized. “You knew him.”
    “I am of his kind, yes. And I knew him.” Ben’s eyes narrowed in the light as he searched carefully for words. “Sharad Hett … left my people. Many years ago. He brought his skills to you—became a Tusken.” He looked away, gravely. “He was not supposed to do this. But you took him in.”
    “Yes.”
    Struck with a notion, Ben looked down at A’Yark, “You weren’t his wife, were you?”
    A’Yark shook her head. “No. K’Sheek lived as my sister, when she lived.”
    “Ah. I didn’t know her name.”
    The recovered attackers from earlier gave A’Yark long and imploring looks. Of course, they were wondering. It was madness, conversing with so powerful a human—and on settler lands, too! But A’Yark realized this was the moment she’d been working toward since the massacre in the gorge. “Ben will join us,” she said, abruptly.
    “I—” Ben seemed startled. “Me, join you?”
    “Yes. As Sharad did.” A’Yark kicked at Jabe’s shoulder. “To save Jabe. That would be … what you call a trade. A Tusken trade.”
    Ben mused for a moment, as if contemplating a possibility he’d never even considered.
    “The Sand People in The Pillars are few,” A’Yark said. “Ben joins. Leads war parties.”
    Ben gestured toward her. “But your people have a war leader, A’Yark. A formidable one—in you. ”
    A’Yark sneered. Whether he intended to flatter her made no difference. Whatever A’Yark was, Ben was different. Something greater. “You would attract others,” she said. “Some lives who remembers Sharad. They would follow. Sand People will thrive.”
    Never in A’Yark’s memory had such an offer been made to an outlander. Even Sharad was made to endure trials. And yet this human actually seemed amused by the invitation. “Well,” Ben said, under his breath, “that would certainly be one way for me to stay out of sight.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing,” he said, seriousness returning to his face.
    A’Yark paused, suddenly apprehensive. Not about the impending return of sentries, but rather, wondering whether to speak the rest. She’d told herself many times she was not as superstitious as the others. But some things handed down had meaning, and having seen Sharad’s feats, she was inclined to believe this thing. “They says a warrior will come from the sky to lead us. He will grow mighty.