The blood is starting to drain from my cheeks. I can feel my life melting away. I wish I had the strength to hold on to it.
At least I can give life to my children. My Luke. My Leia. I wonder what will become of them.
I look up and see Obi-Wan's face leaning over me. He smiles sadly. He almost looks as if he were close enough to kiss me.
"Obi-Wan," I murmur, and he leans closer to hear me. "That's quite a name."
He smiles again. He looks good when he smiles.
He's a good man. I realize that. I wish I had more time to spend with him. The passion I felt with Anakin isn't there, but there is something...deeper, perhaps. Something I could hold onto, if I had the heart for it.
Maybe I can tell him before I die.
The funniest thing occurs to me as I stare at him.
There is still a bit of green in your eyes.
I open my mouth to speak.
"There is...still..."
But I have no time left, and I feel myself slip away.
Dying is a strange sensation, especially when you realize you haven't yet lived.