And here is the end. Sorry it took me so long to dig this up and post it, even though its been finished for a fairly long time now. I know it looks like I've cut it short, but this was part of a small series of stories, and its sequel was never written. Perhaps I'll one day take this story lineup again.

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The first thing to come to me is voices. Slowly I begin to make out whose voices they were.

"He knows, Jinn," my Master's voice drifts to me.

"The Force has told him. It is only right. You owe your son your life, Xanatos, as I owe him mine," Qui-gon's voice comes in.

"Sith, I've truly messed things up this time, Father. I nearly killed him," my Master, or should it be my Father?, says, and I can hear the tears trying to fall.

"You have, and there is nothing that can fix it. You are lucky he is his Mother's son, and that he forgave you. I still have not," Qui-gon's voice sounds so cold, I've never heard it like that.

"You never could forgive, and I shall never ask for it. I don't deserve it from anyone," Father says, and I suddenly feel a warm hand upon my cheek, "Less from him. Take care of him, Father."

"I will, as he is my grandson after all," Qui-gon, perhaps Grandfather, says, and I feel his gentle hand grasping mine.

Then I feel my Father's lips upon my forehead, and with one gentle kiss, he then leans to my ear.

"May the Force guide you, my little one," he whispers, then I hear him turn away.

"Goodbye, Father," he says.

I have to open my eyes; I have to see what is going on!

I force my eyes open, and look to see my Father at the window. He sees that I am awake and smiles sadly at me before jumping out. I can hear the roar of a speeder that must have been hidden from view, and then he rises on it and rides away.

Qui-gon turns to me, smiling sadly.

"How are you feeling, Obi-wan?" he asks, kneeling beside my bed.

"Well enough," I say softly, "Is he gone?"

"He is. I shall have to tell the Healers that he escaped while we are still out," I can hear the sorrow in his voice.

"Why did..?" I start to ask, but he interrupts me.

"Because, sadly, I love my son. And he had a reason, though it is a horrid one. He needs to find himself, and the grief will be punishment enough for your Father," he says softly.

"I know," I sigh, sorrow building in me.

"But that is for the Force and for him to decide upon. But here is something I may ask you, my grandson," he says, and smiles slightly, "Would you wish to grant this old man the privilege of being my Padawan?"

I look to him in shock, and then a smile pulls at my own lips. This would be the chance to get to know my grandfather, and complete my training...

"Yes," I say, reaching out to him.

Truly smiling now, he pulls me into a gentle hug.

"It shall be a hard road to recovery for you, Obi-wan, but we shall make it. In time the damage done will heal," he says in my ear.

But what of your own illness and pains, Qui-gon?

I push away the thought, not wanting to remind myself that I might lose him too. Looking back to the window, I wonder. Will my Father ever find redemption for himself? I do not know. But I hope he does.

May the Force guide you as well, Father, may it guide us all.