Obi-Wan woke up in the medcenter, his head ringing. What happened? Siri sat next to the bed, her blue eyes filled with worry. Everything seemed normal- except, something wasn't normal. Something was wrong, something bad.
Siri jolted. "Obi-Wan! Are you OK?"
"Yes. What happened back there?" he asked, lifting his head to look at her.
She stroked his cheek, gently pushing him back down. "You got... a little chewed on. But everything's cool now."
"Siri. What happened? Tell me the truth!"
She looked away, and through her vulnerability he saw darkness inside of her. What has she done?
"Obi-Wan... you... died," she admitted, looking at him upon uttering the last word. "I... killed so much to bring you back. I'm sorry."
He sat up to look at her. "Siri! How could you do something like that? How could you sacrifice so many lives for mine? How could you bring me back, knowing that I would have so many lives upon my chest when I woke up?"
"Those are on my hands," she murmured, looking heartbroken. "Obi-Wan, I cannot live without you. You are a part of me, buried deep in my heart. I love you so much. Don't you dare abandon me."
"Do you know how severely you broke the Jedi Code in that statement?" he demanded. "You are on the wrong path, Siri. Go to a Soul Healer. Meditate. I don't care. Just fix this. Fix yourself."
She flinched. Am I broken? Please, this cannot be goodbye. "Maybe I need you to fix me. Maybe it's time for you to grow a spine and face your emotions, deal with them, and then let them go. You are shoving everything down and it's tearing you apart. We can fix each other."