4.
[His concept of time had faded as he lay on the ground, drowning in misery. Without his sweet daughter, he was nothing but an empty shell.
Sammy.
Saying her name was like a prayer.
Sammy.
The only hope and happiness in his dark and depressing life.
"Sammy…" He whispered between sobs.
There was someone next to him.
"Obi wan," Someone said, "Obi wan, I have Sam."
He looked up, finding that Qui gon was sitting by him.
"She h-hates me."
"Obi wan. Think, there is no reason for her to hate you. She would most likely hate me."
"N-no. Sh-she hat-hates me."
He felt Qui gon's hand on his shoulder. Then heard the soft rustle of a pre-initiate outfit against jedi robes.
"I have Sam. Do you want her back?"
"I d-do…" Obi wan started, but only managed to say a fragment before the telltale prick of tears cut him off.
"Do you want her back, it's a yes or a no question." He heard Qui gon tell him in a gentle-but-prompting voice.
"Yes."
Then the rustling of two different levels of jedi-ware against each other, and Sammy was back in his arms. He hugged her. Letting his tears fall freely now, Obi wan apologized over and over again. And he didn't stop until she said something.
"I forgive you, daddy."]