Cradle to Grave
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44, agony
He had caught the plague from the boy. It brought a coldness that the Tatooine suns could not vanquish; a thirst that three jars of water could not quench. Harsh punishments but he could have survived those.
It was the dreams that were his undoing.
Dreams in which Obi-Wan was already dead – smoking ashes in the lava pits of Mustaphar. His apprentice broken and healed, weeping over his corpse. His death the sacrifice that could have saved something – someone greater.
"What use are you exactly?"
With the voice of Owen Lars, old, dying Ben thought he heard the Force speak.
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