The Death of Hope

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Obi-Wan sat, his head in his hands. Suddenly, he straightened. He felt a disturbance in the Force. Something had been sucked out of the air, a powerful energy collapsing, leaving a vacuum.

When he heard the cry from the other room, at first he did not know who could have made it.

Then he realized it had been his Master.

He heard running feet in the corridor outside the waiting room. The med team.

He dashed to the door and activated it, then followed the med team into Tahl’s room.

Two of the team checked the monitoring equipment. The doctor stood by. He did nothing.

That was when Obi-Wan fully understood that Tahl was gone.

The med team stood back from the equipment. No one tried to move the large man bent over the body in the bed. His grief was too huge, too private.

Tahl’s eyes were closed. Her hand rested in Qui-Gon’s. A slight smile was still on her face. His forehead was pressed against hers. He did not move a muscle. He did not let go of her hand.

Obi-Wan was staggered by the pain he felt in that room. The very lines of Qui-Gon’s body told him of an agony so immense he could not grasp it. The intimacy of Qui-Gon’s posture, the way his forehead rested against Tahl’s, suddenly told Obi-Wan that he had not begun to realize the depths of Qui-Gon’s feelings.

With that knowledge, his heart broke for his Master.

He took a step closer. How could he help Qui-Gon? What could he do?

Qui-Gon turned. Obi-Wan saw a face that had changed. Something was gone or something was added, he did not know. But it was no longer the face he knew so well. Grief had marked it forever. Obi-Wan knew that in his bones.

He would have his own grief for Tahl. It would never match Qui-Gon’s.

He approached the bed slowly. He had no words for this. Nothing he had learned at the Temple, nothing Qui-Gon had taught him, had prepared him for it.

He placed his hand on Qui-Gon’s shoulder. “Let me help you, Master.”

Qui-Gon’s eyes were dead. “There is no help for me now.”

Qui-Gon looked down at Tahl’s lifeless body. His hand still clasped hers. “There is only revenge.”