The island had served as a training ground to the two Jedi pupils over the course of their lives. Looking back on it, had served to be much more than a training ground, but also a place to strengthen and grow bonds.
Those days of training in isolation had long passed.
Her wish had now been granted.
It remains undetermined as to how many there were left in the post-apocalyptic, fragile Earth, who could call upon the Force and choose what they may do with that power.
The only thing that made him certain of was that he would not let go of the promise to continue to carry on his life so he can take the footsteps that others before him were unable to proceed.
The friend that he would remember, now stood still, awaiting to become nothing more but ash on the sands of the beach. In doing so, he believed that she may truly transcend beyond the flesh and become something unbound by the barriers of life and death.
He wished to say goodbye to her alone.
Alone, away from company to stand beside him, he stared into the fire for what seemed to have been hours, and watch as the body simply wither away until nothing remained.
Even in the depths of night, he could still feel a warm chill caress his shoulders as he heard the piercing wind of the ocean whistle as if it was calling to him.
Drowning out the everlasting presence of darkness that surrounded the world, his eyes focused to the illumination of the raging flames that continued to wither the body of his friend…
One question surfaced deep within his mind as he continued to watch the body burn.
Will the Earth ever develop a forgiving tolerance for the Jedi Knights ever again?