The moonlight blankets the sandy surface of Tattooine, glinting off a lone starship. Outside of the ship, two dark figures stand, facing the East.

"Do you think anyone knows?" a distinctly female voice asks, her voice a whisper.

There is a long pause.

"I am uncertain." He seems to sense her unease, and places a hand on her shoulder. She is silent, and a stiff wind whistles over the planet's surface.

"Do you remember when we first came here?"

He smiles in the dark, and even though she cannot see, she knows.

"Yes, I remember everything."

She sighs, growing anxious again.

"You're worried," he states, and then hears a soft laugh from her. He always says the obvious thing, feels something entirely different.

"Yes. I am worried." She says softly, thinking of something small and beautiful. She turns to him. "And… I don't want to leave you again." Her voice breaks as she says this last thing.

He can say nothing. Instead, he embraces her, startled at the feeling she brings him even after so long. Above them, stars grow light in a brightening sky. They know it is time.

She draws back, back toward her ship. He watches her retreat. Each time he sees her, he feels it is the last time.

"I love you." The words are so softly spoken.

She draws a deep breath, even as her eyes shimmer with tears. "Keep her safe," she bids him, and her heartbreak is written over everything—her hands twisted together, her face so forlorn, her heaving chest, the way her head is inclined.

He watches her turn and leave, resolute, a soldier. She feels so much more than she shows. It was always like that with both of them.

Obi-Wan turns away, unable to watch the ship disappear into the sky, unable to think about the pain he feels. Instead, he remembers years ago when a girl with a painted face looked at him the way she had. Instead, he imagines his daughter's smile.

Both of them are lost to him.