"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase"
~"My Immortal" Evanecence
He paced the room. It had been years since Xanatos' betrayal and the Council had never before pushed him to take another Padawan. He closed his eyes at the thought of his former padawan's name, a hand reaching up to clutch briefly at his tunic over his heart. It still felt as if there were a vibro-blade being twisted just so right there, with the merest thought of his former student. He couldn't quite figure out where he had gone wrong, where he had failed.
Failure. The word rang in Obi-wan's mind. It had become an integral part of his daily meditations. He failed his master too many times to count. The last being his failure to keep his Padawan from falling to the dark. He'd failed in that and now he feared that he would fail in his final mission. Keeping Luke safe was his first concern, but to begin the boys training? How could he even consider it after Anakin?
An ironic smile crossed the chosen one's lips. "Tell your sister you were right about me." Inwardly he flinched. He had been so caught up in his failures at the time he met her that he had never even noticed. He had failed as a Jedi. He failed time and again to keep his Master pleased with his work. And now that he FINALLY accomplished something he set out to do, his blasted body was failing on him. He would not have the chance to make amends to his daughter. This was the last thing to cross his mind as his last breath whispered from his lungs.