"Master, we were wrong about him. He betrayed us."
"Don't lose faith so quickly, Padawan. He may come around."
"But-"
"Padawan, just wait. You'll see."
Obi-Wan sighed, his head in his hands. He looked up and saw his reflection in the wall of the ship. He looked ill, careworn, tired, and old. He was also sad. He lost everything and everybody he'd ever known and loved.
Bant.
Garen.
Qui-Gon.
Master Windu.
The names tolled a bell in his head, but one name stood out.
Jai.
His youngest sibling.
She'd also been Force-sensitive, taken to the Temple at just under two months old.
He'd been older than her by twenty-one years, but they'd been the best of friends.
And now, she was gone.
Killed by his former Padawan, Anakin Skywalker.
The one who was supposed to bring balance to the Force.
A voice brought him back to where he was.
"Obi-Wan, where you'll be staying, this is." It was Master Yoda.
He rose from his chair, took the bundle that lay next to him, and exited the ship.
A fierce wind hit him full in the face, making him sputter. He held the bundle tight to his chest, the boy inside still asleep. The desolate landscape ahead of him held only one thing: a moisture farm.
This was were he'd be staying for the rest of his life.
Tatooine.
After handing the baby over to his aunt and uncle, he found an abandoned cabin not too far from the farm. He sat on the bed, and drifted to sleep.
He dreamed of his sister.
Jai.