Obi-Wan stared down at the cot where his son slept. Korkie couldn't have been much older than forty, but his hair was already streaked with gray. Obi-Wan felt a pang of regret. If he had known...would Satine still be alive? He pictured himself, old and gray as he was in life, but with a face wrinkled from smiles instead of frowns. A single tear ran down his cheek. That man had never existed, and now he never would.
"Korkie," he whispered. "My son...I never knew you. But...I've loved you always...
...I always will."