Cradle to Grave

by Leah Naberrie

A biography of Obi Wan Kenobi in drabbles. My response to the 100 drabble challenge at TFN.

32. fire

Cradle to Grave

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32, fire

It would be a mercy to kill him.

There is no place for life on Mustaphar. It is a planet of metal and mechanical minds, not for flesh and bone and skin.

I watch my apprentice burn, the black robes I have always disliked smoldering, then flaring into life like a torch.

It would be a mercy to kill him.

As I bend to pick the lightsabre, I keep a wary eye on him. His eyes glare back at me. They are smoking too, red with hate… with pain.

It would be a mercy to kill him.

I walk away.

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