She shook her head, grasping his hand tighter—he was dying, she had to help—
And then Luminara was there, and yes, surely her master could do something—but Luminara only sighed.
"Padawan," she said, quietly. "Look at me."
There was a soft touch on her cheek, a gentle prompt; she pushed into it, half resisting, half despairing. Luminara's fingers curled around hers, slowly uncurling her death grip even as the grip of death crushed the clone—she couldn't let go, she couldn't—
Then it was Luminara's hand she was clutching, and she could only crumple into her master's arms.