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Qui-gon's POV
Part Eight
I looked into his sapphire eyes. He was willing to do this for me, so I could find my way back to the light. But is that possible? Can I really allow those creatures to go on while my Padawan suffered? Was I willing to give my burden to Xanatos. He was right. My madness that came after Obi-wan's death has pushed me to that. I was finally starting to see what I have done. How could I ever hope for redemption? Despair and sorrow filled my soul.
I let Xanatos go.
"Go to him, he needs you," he said softly.
I nodded silently and walked back into the Healer's ward. I paused outside Obi-wan's door. How could I face him? How could I ever again be willing to be his Master? He had faced death and torture and had not turned. I had faced death, torture, and the thought of him being dead and I had turned. He is much stronger then me, so much stronger then me. I was right when I said he would become a great Jedi Knight, much greater then myself. I braced myself and walked in.
Obi-wan was sleeping on his bed. He looked so broken. His right hand was gone, his face was scared, and his throat had two scars running over it. He looked so young and venerable. My dear son, how could I have betrayed you? Pain and anger tore through my soul as I sat beside him on a chair by his bed. I took his small left hand, the same hand he had reached out to me only a few moments before. Had it been moments?
It seemed like hours.
His eyes fluttered open and looked at me. His eyes were the same blue/green that I remember. They were still bright and loving. How did I deserve this little wonder?
"Master," he whispered.
"I am here, Padawan, I am here," I said softly.
"I am glad, Master," he said.
"I am more then that, Obi-wan. I thought I had lost you. I wish I had never stopped looking for you," I said.
"It was not your fault, Master. Never your fault. What about the dark side?" he murmured.
"I turned because I lost you. I have not overcome it, but with your help and time, I will," I said softly, tears streaming down my checks.
"We will help each other," he said and tears poured from his eyes.
"Yes, we will," I whispered and drew him into an embrace.
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Qui-gon's POV
Part Eight
I looked into his sapphire eyes. He was willing to do this for me, so I could find my way back to the light. But is that possible? Can I really allow those creatures to go on while my Padawan suffered? Was I willing to give my burden to Xanatos. He was right. My madness that came after Obi-wan's death has pushed me to that. I was finally starting to see what I have done. How could I ever hope for redemption? Despair and sorrow filled my soul.
I let Xanatos go.
"Go to him, he needs you," he said softly.
I nodded silently and walked back into the Healer's ward. I paused outside Obi-wan's door. How could I face him? How could I ever again be willing to be his Master? He had faced death and torture and had not turned. I had faced death, torture, and the thought of him being dead and I had turned. He is much stronger then me, so much stronger then me. I was right when I said he would become a great Jedi Knight, much greater then myself. I braced myself and walked in.
Obi-wan was sleeping on his bed. He looked so broken. His right hand was gone, his face was scared, and his throat had two scars running over it. He looked so young and venerable. My dear son, how could I have betrayed you? Pain and anger tore through my soul as I sat beside him on a chair by his bed. I took his small left hand, the same hand he had reached out to me only a few moments before. Had it been moments?
It seemed like hours.
His eyes fluttered open and looked at me. His eyes were the same blue/green that I remember. They were still bright and loving. How did I deserve this little wonder?
"Master," he whispered.
"I am here, Padawan, I am here," I said softly.
"I am glad, Master," he said.
"I am more then that, Obi-wan. I thought I had lost you. I wish I had never stopped looking for you," I said.
"It was not your fault, Master. Never your fault. What about the dark side?" he murmured.
"I turned because I lost you. I have not overcome it, but with your help and time, I will," I said softly, tears streaming down my checks.
"We will help each other," he said and tears poured from his eyes.
"Yes, we will," I whispered and drew him into an embrace.