Obi-Wan wasn’t quite sure how they had gotten to this point. He hadn’t meant to make this about himself, least of all such a depressing subject. Though alcohol did tend to loosen Gus to fine and he had plenty of it. He let McCoy hold him. Yes he was in pain. He always was to some extent. Though the alcohol again didn’t help as it brought those feelings to they surface much more easily.

“I thought I had killed him,” Obi-Wan continues to say, unable to stop himself. “I saw him burning but I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t help him. So I left him there. Certain he wouldn’t survive.” A lump swelled in his throat as ge could see it his mind as clear as the day it happened. “It wasn’t till a came here that I learned he survived.”