NO! The Jedi, the husband that had loved her screamed in a voice that shook my very core. Never would I allow any harm to come to her! She is the reason I have done everything I have. The one thing keeping me anchored to my very soul. I could not have given my soul to the Sithlord, for she possesed it long ago. I had given it to her when I was just a child. A simple slave boy of Tatooine who had fallen, the moment I saw her, into a pure, selfless kind of love that transcended any powers that I could gain by giving her up. I must stop this madness before it is too late for redemption. I must cling to the fabric of my being, whatever shreds are left, and help my Master. For her sake. For the sake of my soul which she now posessed and would bestow back to me if I wished it. I did wish it! I wished it more than any ammount of power the Sith could grant me. If giving up this power was the only way I could keep her love, so be it.
iYou are a FOOL./i The Sith stated simply.
Then I will go to my grave a fool, the Jedi replied, but a fool with a soul. .
With that thought I raced to the edge of the embankment, looked quickly out, and saw that Master Obi-Wans hand was all that remained pertruding from the boiling pit. Maybe I was already too late. Perhaps he was already gone. But I felt the Force pull me closer to the embankment, and saw his hand moving slightly, still reaching for something, anything, to grasp and pull himself up out of the pit. I used the Force to raise him out of the pit, and place him on the ground next to me. I used my comm device to call for help, giving our coordinants in a strangled voice.
Words had never failed to come to me, but now as I sat with him, waiting for help to arrive, I could not speak. It was not for naught of things to say, it was of having too much to say and not knowing if he could hear me. Or where to begin. I took his hand in mine and begged the Force to spare him. If one of us deserved to die this day it was me, I had nothing left, was nothing worth being spared. And yet I had been. Their had to be a purpose for it. But I wouldn't know what that purpose was for quite some time. His body was merely a scorched lump of flesh, barely recognizable as human, if not for those eyes. They stared at me in disbelief as I clung to him. I held his broken body to me, and stroked his brow, muttering my apologies. Tears coursed down my cheeks and fell onto his charred tunic as I tried desperately to comfort him untill help arrived. I promised then that I would help him get to a medical facility, I told him that I was still the man he knew I could be and that I was not unredeemable! I told him I loved him as a father and watched as a small smile reached over his face. A blackened hand reached up, and stroked my cheek. I read forgivness in those eyes, dark as night, but somehow, even now they shone with love and devotion as he looked at me. He couldn't speak, but he didn't need to. His eyes conveyed what no words could have. The only other person that had brought out the torrent of emotions I had coursing through me at that moment, had been Padme.