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a/n: This was hurriedly written when the idea came into my head as I'm supposed to be revising for exams, so prior apologies for the lack of quality. Please tell me what you think!
Final Farewell
Obi-Wan did not pause to consider what it had cost him to win his victory over Darth Maul, but rushed immediately towards Qui-Gon. Kneeling at the Jedi Master's side, he lifted his head and shoulders and cradled him gently in his arms.
"Master," he breathed in a whisper.
Qui-Gon's eyes opened. "Too late, my young Padawan."
"No!" Obi-Wan shook his head violently in denial.
"I'm afraid so," Qui-Gon's eyes were compassionate. "Now you must be ready, whether the Council thinks you so or not. You must be the teacher." The strong face twisted in pain, but the dark eyes were steady. "Obi-Wan. Promise me you will train the boy."
Obi-Wan nodded instantly, agreeing without thinking, willing to do or say anything that would ease the other's pain, desperate to save him.
"Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon's breathing quickened. "He is the chosen one, Obi-Wan. He will bring balance to the force. Train him well."
Obi-Wan nodded quickly, a barely perceptible act.
"I love you, my Obi, and I am so very proud of you."
His eyes locked on Obi-Wan's and lost focus. His breathing stopped.
The strength and the life went out of him.
"Master," Obi-Wan Kenobi repeated softly, still holding him, bringing him closer now, hugging the lifeless body against his chest, and crying softly.
"Master, I love you."