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Obi-Wan closed the door quietly behind him and hung up his cloak. The suns had long since set and he felt chilled from the night air. He paused by the window to settle his mind.
It was done. The twins were safe. Obi-Wan had no doubt they would be well cared for by their new families. Although Luke and Leia were worlds apart, the bond they shared was unbreakable. Perhaps one day they would find each other again. He felt a glimmer of hope within the Force, if not for himself, for the mother they would never know.
Behind him, large hands settled on his shoulders and he sighed at the familiar touch. “She would be pleased they are safe,” Qui-Gon murmured against Obi-Wan’s hair.
“Yes.”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, relaxing into the larger body; the scent of spiced tea filled the hovel they would now call home. He felt Qui-Gon’s grief and regret mingling with his own, unmistakable and bittersweet. The face of an eager young boy rescued from this world so long ago, and all that he was supposed to be, fading into a haze of distant memory. They would share this as they had shared so many things over the years. Together, they would get through this.
Arms around each other, they walked away from the window that looked out into the desert of a Tatooine night.