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He laid there and stared. He stared out for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the pain to abate. He knew they were looking for him. He wasn't sure how he knew, he just did.
He was barely able to register that they were coming. The sound of a speeder found its way to his ears, the engine struggling to keep up with the pilot's insistence on haste. He tried to roll over, to watch the approach, but found he didn't have the strength. He tried, in vain, to access the Force. His strength was waning fast.
The speeder stopped, and he could hear footsteps approaching. "There he is!" The footsteps came quicker.
He felt himself being turned over and drawn into a strong but decidedly feminine embrace. "Hey there. How you feeling, Obi?" He vaguely recognised the voice as belonging to Siri Tachi. He could feel another person kneeling next to him, examining his wound.
Mustering his strength, he replied, "C-c-cold."
Smiling down at him, Siri tried to reassure him. "Don't worry. We'll have you nice and warm soon."
He felt the second presence move away, and heard the same voice again. "Bant?" He felt a vague sense of relief that it had been Bant that had examined him.
Siri glanced down, sensing his relief, then back up at Bant, who gently shook her head, and buried her face in the shoulder of Garen Muln. Glancing back at Obi-Wan, she said, "Don't worry, Obi. You'll be going home soon."
"Yeah. You won't be cold anymore." She was surprised at how calm her voice sounded.
His eyes were starting to glaze over. "Tired..."
"That's ok. You go to sleep and when you wake up, you'll be home."
"Home," he whispered again.
"That's right." Siri couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face. "Qui-Gon'll be there. And Cerasi, and Darsha. They'll be waiting for you." Her voice was strangled with emotion.
"No, Obi. You'll have to wait for me, ok."
There was a pause as they stared into each other's eyes, until Siri came to a decision and gently, she leaned down, and kissed him softly. He returned the kiss as best he could. She broke away after what felt like hours, but was mere seconds. She contented herself with merely gazing down at the broken man in her arms.
He smiled weakly up at her. "So tired..."
"Then sleep, Obi. I'll stay with you until then."
He nodded imperceptably, before snuggling into her shoulder and mumbling, "Tired. Sleep."
"Good night, Obi-Wan. Have a good trip home." It was mere seconds before they felt his life force leave his body.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, had gone home.