He will never forget the heart-wrenching seconds in which time seemed to freeze, that moment when the Sith's double edged saber pierced his master's chest. That instant Obi-Wan had thought he'd lose his master forever. He wanted to break through the forcefield, launch himself at the fiend and pay him back for the loss. But he was trapped, unable to reach him, at least for the moment.
It is later that he holds the weakening body of his master, his friend and mentor, in his arms, seeing the light in his eyes fading slowly. If only he were more experienced. He could heal him. He wants to so desperately.
Obi-Wan denies the inevitable, is not prepared to give up. He doesn't want to give up. As he feels a cooling hand touch his cheek, he breaks, face crunching up in desperation and tears slipping down his cheeks.
"No. Don't leave me master. Please" He is begging, pleading and praying to whatever higher entity may listen, to show him a way to save him.
He covers the hand on his cheek with his own, holding it in place.
"Master! Don't go! Hold on. You're stronger than this. You can pull through. Please. Please..." His head sinks to the other man's chest. There still is a heartbeat but it's weakening steadily. He concentrates, wills this heart to keep on beating, wills the fatal wound to close, believes with all his might that it is not futile. And there it is, a thump and then another, weak but steady. When he looks up the others eyes are closed, but the rise and fall of his chest indicates he is alive.
Later, he will only remember it all in a blur. The way he picked up Qui Gon, carried him back to their ship and how his sat by his bedside, waiting and hoping for him to wake up...
Obi-Wan had taken in the boy as well, just as he had promised. He felt bad for not being the support to him he was supposed to be. Instead Ani would watch him sadly as he sat slumped over, eyes red from lack of sleep and occasional tears. He was a bright kid and far more compassionate than Obi-Wan had thought possible. Sometimes he would sit with him, sometimes curl up in his lap, silently watching the sleeping man on the cot. His guardian would fold him into his cloak, rest his chin on top of his head. He could sense the child was missing the older Jedi as well. Even in the short time they had spent together a bond had formed. He knew better than to question it. The Force had its ways and he was aware the motives would often remain shrouded in shadows. The outcome felt right all the same.
Sometimes the boy falls asleep in his position curled up against his chest. Obi-Wan tends to keep on cradling him, feeling the need to replace the mother the boy had lost back on Tatooine. It might not be the way of a Jedi, but to him it was the right way. It gives him a sense of family. He likes it, warm and comforting and more than he ever thought he needed until he felt it for the first time.
The moment his master opens his eyes and smiles at them, weak but reassuring, he cannot help but smile back, heart overflowing with happiness. There's something else as well. It will take him a long time to figure it out.