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Rating: NC17
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Spoilers: diverges from you know where, 'fixing' you know what
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only thing that could make it better (qui-gon & obi-wan,
what more could i want?!) has happened - my squash-love is
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I watched, almost with detachment, as I fought with the
demon-sith. Thrust, parry, parry -I was no stranger to this
dance. The double edged saber was new though and perhaps that
was what gave Maul the edge he needed against me. I saw the
killing blow coming, cursed myself for leaving the opening even
as I watched his blade rush towards me. The pain was a
surprise, though it shouldn't have been -his saber passed right
through my chest, impaling me on it's bloody glow.
I could have saved myself the pain, could easily have slipped
immediately from the bonds of the body I had chosen to tie
myself to, but there was someone whose need was greater than my
own. Even as the blade pulled free from my flesh, I could hear
my padawan scream in denial, in fear and in rage. I sent
calming waves to him, reminding him that this was only an end,
not the end.
The wall of energy separating him from the creature and myself
fell with a hiss and Obi-Wan rushed forward.
I had a bad moment as the Sith caught him and sent him into the
gravity well, his saber falling into oblivion, but the clever
lad had caught hold of a large bolt and was calming himself,
gathering the force to him. I watched with pride and wonder as
he came flying up and over the horned beast, my saber flying to
his hand as if it were his own. He ignited the blade and spun,
making it one continuous motion that sliced the beast in two
and it was Maul who ended his life in the pit.
He came to me then, holding me off the cold ground and the
sweet bliss of his presence eased the pain in my chest.
"What must I do?" he asked and it was only then that I
remembered that I didn't have to stay grounded in this body, in
this pain. I touched his face with a hand that already felt it
wasn't my own. "The pyre" I reminded him. He nodded -he knew.
"I will be with you" I whispered just before I left the body of
Qui-Gon Jinn behind.
I surrounded Obi-Wan, holding him in my arms as he held the
body I had worn. Though he had changed over the years, this
sensation had not. Since we had met, even before he became my
Padawan - despite my reluctance - his ability to ground me, to
center my true form, had been known. Shedding the constricting
human form I wore to interact with corporeal beings, I was free
to take any shape I wished, as I had been since my 'birth',
longer ago than I cared to think about. Now it allowed me to
literally surround Obi-Wan as he grieved quietly. Knowing that
I would return to him, that I would become physical once again,
but still feeling the pain of this, my first passing.
A ceremony would be required to mark this, the first of what
could be many deaths for me, and I felt the familiar pang as I
remembered that he would only be allowed one. One life, one
death, one form. The reality made me contract around him,
warming myself with energy currents, and gradually I found
myself thinning and stretching, sinking into him, sharing the
form he was tied to.
Like all of my kind, the Zararielles, I could share the body of
any corporeal being. Unlike most of my kind, I had done so with
a variety of beings and species. Beginning with my Master Yoda,
soon after I was taken into the Temple, only the third Zarar to
be accepted. Most of us are just too set in our ways to
interact freely with the physical-bodied.
{That's better, Master.} Sitting on the cold floor, cradling
the dying body, Obi-Wan leaned imperceptibly into the warmth I
knew he could feel, and spoke to me knowing he would not get an
answer. It was painful to feel his sorrow, but there was
strength beneath it, and I could see that Obi-Wan was reminding
himself that he had always known this could happen. Had been
trained for it, planned for it.
It was one of the reasons Yoda had been so insistent that I
take this human as my Padawan. That strength. A Zarar
needed a focus to remain physical, and I had been in
danger of reverting without one. That would have meant leaving
the Jedi.
{You belong here, Master.} Though he could not hear my
thoughts, Obi-Wan, as he often did, anticipated the direction
they would take. The large body in his arms gave one last
shudder and slumped further. Slender hands, stained with blood,
touched it gently, sought the pulse, sighed.
{We need to get out of here and see what's going on elsewhere.}
Shifting further into the younger body, I attached myself to
Obi-Wan's personal energy pattern, adding my own strength to my
Padawan's, and together we walked through the cycling laser
fields and back to the battle for Naboo.
My Padawan was busy tiding the small, but luxurious quarters
Amidala's servants had assigned us. I've watched him do this a
thousand times, resting within the quiet solitude of his body
while he tended to our physical comforts. During our years
together he had always done more than his fair share of the
mundane tasks that physical bodies require; cooking, cleaning,
clothing.
Taking on physical form was tiring for me, and often times
exhausting. The energy I expended was well-spent, and my
inherent ability to draw power directly from the Force made me
a powerful Jedi, but there was a price to be paid. A price that
Obi-Wan paid as much as I did. The longer I spent as human, in
that body I created, the more I needed to draw to maintain it.
After long missions or emotionally draining negotiations, it
was all I could do to make it back to a place of safety to shed
that skin. And his strength was often what allowed me to do so.
Though the Council, and many of the Jedi, knew my true nature,
it wasn't something to be spoken of aloud. A courtesy done to a
dying people who wanted to be forgotten. I would be the last
Zarar to be a Jedi. I might even survive to be one of the last
Zarar.
{Everything is ready for the ceremony, Master.} Obi-Wan shut
down the communications unit and shifted, stretching. I slid
with the movement, seeking out tiny aches and pains and
soothing them silently. It was small repayment for the burden
Obi-Wan had shouldered when I took him as Padawan. My need for
him had isolated him from others his age, restricted his
movement, placed him in an undeserved role of servant too many
times. Once again, his thoughts followed mine with startling
accuracy.
{It's such a burden, having the most powerful, the
best-educated and most patient master of any padawan.} I took
it as the gentle scolding it was. The one-sided argument was
cut off by the door chime. Reluctantly I separated myself from
Obi-Wan to greet the presence I 'saw' in the Force. No one else
vibrated to that particular frequency, or carried such a
tremendous energy signature.
"Master Yoda." Obi-Wan sounded almost unhappy to see him as he
opened the door, and I understood. My Master could and did
converse with me in my true form, something Obi-Wan wasn't
strong enough to do. He might never be strong enough, and that
worried me slightly.
"An eventful day, you have had, Padawan Kenobi." Shuffling to
the smallest of the chairs, Yoda lifted himself with ease, and
then turned his head, staring unerringly in my direction.
"First death, you have experienced, Qui-Gon Jinn. A choice to
make, there is."
"A choice?" I watched Obi-Wan strain his eyes as I floated
peacefully near the ceiling, in no particular shape, expanding
and contracting slightly with the Force currents of the room.
"You never said anything about a choice. You said that you
would die, and we would hold the ceremony of crossing, and you
would build yourself another body." Anger, and fear, flashed
through the Force currents around him, splashes of color in the
serene silver of the lifenet. I felt a tiny surge of pride when
he regained control of himself and those negative emotions were
diluted into the Force and he was calm again.
"Choose, he must." Yoda told Obi-Wan patiently. "If choice is
already made, even then."
{The choice is already made, isn't it, Master?}
Touching Yoda's mind was as familiar as breathing wasn't. From
the very beginning, not long after my birth, he had been there,
and his strength in the Force was such that we could connect as
easily as corporeal beings speaking. My mother had sought him
out when I was still very tiny, still attached to her and
living off her energy, even though she was weakened by age. I
was the last of her many children, and she wanted me cared for
and to have contact with other sentient beings in my life.
There were so few of us left even then that she decided the
only way to guarantee that was to give me to the Jedi.
I let my emotions color my thought as I answered his unspoken
question. {The choice is made, my Master. I will return to the
physical world after this crossing - and after all others. To
live alone would be painful now, without the contact of others.
Without physical sensation.}
Seeing the small smile on his wrinkled face, Obi-Wan smiled as
well, and I wished, fleetingly, that I could return it. But I
could touch him, and so I did, flowing down and around him,
smothering him in a warm, affectionate embrace that I knew he
could feel.
{Thank you, Master.} The thought reached me, laced with the
same affection I felt. {I know it can be hard for you, but I am
selfish and want you with me.}
{I will never leave you by choice.} I thought back, knowing he
could not hear it. But Yoda could and shot me a look of
surprise.
"Leave you, he will not." He told Obi-Wan, me blushing mentally
to hear my words spoken aloud. It was one thing to feel the
depth of emotion Obi-Wan filled me with, but another to speak
of it. It wasn't love, and it wasn't lust, but something very
close to the first. I'm not sure I've ever experienced the
latter, though I have experimented while physical and found the
sensations enjoyable. But I could see that Obi-Wan was pleased
and that pleased me.
Yoda, as usual, was quick to bring us back to practical
matters.
"Told the boy what, have you?"
"The truth," Obi-Wan said simply. "I saw no reason to lie," he
continued in response to Yoda's look of surprise. "He would
know the truth soon enough and has lost enough these last few
days. Besides, if Qui-Gon is going to take him as his
apprentice, Anikin needs to know the nature of my...connection
to him." I could feel Obi-Wan almost vibrating with the need to
say more to Yoda, but he stayed silent.
But it seemed that my old Master was as perceptive as ever.
"More to say have you." He thumped his cane imperiously on the
floor when Obi-Wan remained quiet and my apprentice started
slightly.
"Are you sure there is no one else who could train him, Master
Yoda? I would always be between the two of them in a way that
I'm not sure would benefit Ani in any way whatsoever." I could
feel Obi-Wan's distress at his impertinence, but as I heard his
words I realised that he was right.
How on earth had I thought that I could take on the
responsibility of another padawan when so much of my life was
tied up in Obi-Wan? And yet the boy needed to be taught, of
that I was sure. Yoda turned his gaze back to me, and I
realised he must have sensed my thoughts.
"If trained he must be, then train him will I."
"But you said..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off. {Best leave well
enough alone} he said wryly, once again easily surmising the
flow of my thoughts.
"Ready for the ceremony are you?" asked Yoda.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan replied, and I echoed the sentiment.
He bowed as Yoda left and it was with great relief that I slid
back into his body, his energy patterns as familiar as my own
I watched the flames take my Master's body, unable to stop the
wave of grief that passed through me. The warm weight of my
Master's presence filled me, but this was the first time that I
had lost any part of him to death and it was hard to remember
that I would soon have my him back in body as well as in
essence. I remember the first time I helped him, "grounded" him
as he called it. It pulled me down and lifted me up at the same
time. I had to support him, but in doing so joined him to me,
and the loneliness that had become a part of me was banished.
Qui-Gon and the council had argued loudly and at length as to
whether or not he should take me as his padawan. Yoda had been
pushing me in Qui-Gon's direction for months but the rest of
the council were not as enthusiastic. Pros and cons were
weighed, my "tender years" were mentioned on more than one
occasion and finally, I could not stand and listen quietly for
another moment.
"Isn't anyone going to ask me what I want?" I asked, my words
effectively bringing the room to an abrupt quiet.
Master Yoda got slowly up from his chair and, cane sounding
loud with every step, he slowly came towards me. At thirteen I
was already taller than he, barely.
"Wants have you?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yes, Master Yoda."
"Consider them you think we must?"
"Well...yes" I answered faintly, feeling more than a little
scared at the audacity of my words and yet needing to remain
truthful.
"Correct, you are." Tilting his head, Yoda gave me what I could
only think of as a smile, though it wasn't an expression I'd
seen on his face before. Somehow I felt that I had pleased him,
and that gave me the strength to continue in the face of the
mild disapproval I was sensing from the rest of them. "What you
want, Obi-Wan Kenobi, tell us you must."
"I want to be Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan." The words were out of my
mouth in a flash, echoed by the emotions they stirred in me.
"Why?" Adi Gallia spoke gently, as if she recognized the
atmosphere and sought to lighten it. "I know your birthday is
near, Kenobi, but is this an act of desperation or do you truly
feel that you can meet the demands that will be made of you as
padawan to a Zarar?"
Knowing that to answer in haste would condemn me, I paused, and
took a moment to study the man I wished to call Master. Already
I could recognize that he was stressed, and his control
stretched thin. Returning from Bandomeer, after saving all of
those people, Qui-Gon had been drained and weary. With the new
bond between us, fragile and hesitant, I had offered my support
as best I knew how and been surprised at the manner it was
accepted in. Qui-Gon had calmly studied me, urging me, gently,
to open my mind, and then had simply eased into my body and
taken up residence there, without much in the way of warning.
It had been immensely comforting to me. To have him there,
inside me, a part of myself, had been welcome and a powerful
antidote to the loneliness I carried. That loneliness was a
common side-effect of Jedi training, and I had found Qui-Gon's
presence could more than alleviate it. Seeing the big body
lying there, so still and empty, was unnerving, but feeling my
potential Master in every cell eased the sensation.
The answer was simple, and I gave it calmly.
"I have met those demands, and will continue to do so."
"A part of you, he must become." Yoda said, ears twitching.
"Whenever needs it, he does."
"I can." The words rang out, filled with sincerity. Stepping
closer to Qui-Gon, I held out a hand, touched the man's tall
shoulder, felt the faint electrical charge that ran through him
as he struggled to retain his form. "Rest, Master." I said
softly. "I am here, for you."
The Jedi Master looked around, noting the concerned expression
on the faces of the Council, then met the eyes of his own
Master, the small being that radiated so much power.
"Right, it is." Yoda told him, completely solemn.
"I accept Obi-Wan kenobi as my padawan." Qui-Gon Jinn spoke
loudly, and his voice trembled. Tightening the hand on his
shoulder, I was ready for the wash of energy I felt as Qui-Gon
knelt on the floor and accepted my offer of solace.
It had been the beginning of the most important relationship in
my life. The only relationship, really, that counted. Of course
every padawan would say that about his Master, but what I had
with Qui-Gon was more than just that.
What I have.
With his body turning to ashes in front of my eyes, I have to
keep reminding myself of that. He's within me, I can feel him
down to my very cells, you would think that it wouldn't be hard
for me to remember that he wasn't really dead. But I had
performed this service for my Master so many times, grown so
accustomed to feeling him a part of me that I no longer
considered his presence in me as separate from myself. It is an
essential part of my being and I am infinitely relieved that
Qui-Gon had chosen to remain with me.
I can no longer imagine my life without him in it.
Fortunately for me, I would never have to. No matter how many
physical deaths my Master experienced, the essence of him would
not die. As long as there was someone to perform the duty of
grounding for him, he would live. I planned to live a very long
life, both for myself and for my Master.
Obi-Wan is wandering about the room, stopping to smooth the
bedspread, moving to the window to adjust the drape just so. He
is nervous. We have gone over, more than once, what would need
to be done in order to reform my corporeal form, should I be
killed. But theory and reality are not the same thing and
though he knew what to expect, he didn't.
I would have to rebuild the body I had lost and in order to do
so borrow energy from my Padawan and from the Force. I had
never died before, so there had been no way for me to reassure
or guide Obi-Wan, other than to repeat the scant instructions
my mother had given Master Yoda when she had brought me to him.
"Everything is ready, Master. It is time to begin." Obi-Wan
spoke out loud, as much for himself as for my benefit. But
nervous as I knew him to be, his voice was calm, sure. Its
serenity echoed the peace that lay at his core. While he might
be worried about the actual mechanics, he had no qualms about
doing this. He could not have hidden any apprehension from me,
not while I lived in his body. After touching the drape one
last time, assuring that it let in the light but afforded us
privacy, Obi-Wan turned and began to disrobe.
He had lit an incense stick, waldenberry, a particular
favourite of mine, and although I couldn't smell it, I knew
that it would have permeated the air completely by this time.
There was a feeling of anticipation in the room, but it was
light and almost soothing. The knowledge that this was the way
things were supposed to be seemed to echo in the air I
inhabited, even the molecules of the furnishings. The mild
anxiety was almost totally overshadowed by my eagerness,
newly-realized, to return to the life I had been living. These
past few days had been a respite from the demands of a physical
form, but I had missed it more than I expected.
When I was younger, and less adept at manipulating the Force, I
had often spent days or even a week at a time in my true form,
with Yoda nearby to center me. Those times had been almost
carefree, as I allowed myself to revel in the freedom the lack
of a physical body creates. As I had grown older those times
grew less frequent, but I anticipated them all the same. But
the more time I spent with Obi-Wan, the less need I felt to
separate from him in that manner. It meant something, but I had
yet to un-puzzle what.
"Almost ready, Master." The cultured voice rolled through the
air and through my being and if I could have shivered I would.
The room was dimly lit, properly shielded and scented, and I
was suddenly eager - nay, excited - to be here, doing this.
Looking forward to my new body as much as I had ever yearned
for my true form.
I watched as my padawan took a last, careful look around the
room, nodding to himself with satisfaction. It was time. He had
removed all his clothing and now turned to the bed, laying down
carefully in the middle of the soft mattress, on his back with
his hands folded neatly across his chest, mimicking the pose in
which my body had lain on the pyre. He took several deep
breaths and slid into a light meditative trance.
I gazed upon him a moment, his young, strong body, calling to
me to join once again with him. I slowly slid into him, as I
had many times before, sinking my energy, my being, into his
flesh, his bone, his blood. Each cell welcomed me as though I
were coming home, Obi-Wan's joy at my presence within him
flooding through me.
Qui-Gon's presence slowly sank into me, filling me and I
welcomed the familiar sensation of other within my body.
This joining would be different from the those that had come
before, for Qui-Gon had no body to return to after a period of
rest. He needed to recreate his corporeal form and would need,
not merely to ground himself within me, as he had in the past,
but to use my energy, as well as the energy of the force to
help him remake the body of Qui-Gon Jinn. It was a rebirth
after death and I was honored and excited to be a part of it.
I could feel Qui-Gon's energy change, becoming...heavier in my
body and I had to take deeper breaths in order to fill my
lungs. My body began to vibrate, ever so slightly, as the
energy within me became heavier still, almost solid. For a
moment it felt as if Qui-Gon was in me, two bodies inhabiting
the same space and I caught my breath at the unexpected flood
of pleasure.
I was suspended in this one moment of being both one and two.
It had never felt quite like this before - perhaps it was
because he, my Master, did not have a body at the moment, but I
was intensely aware of both his presence, which I always felt,
and his individuality, which had always before escaped me.
Instead of becoming a complete part of me, it was like he was
both. A part of me and yet not. Myself and us and him -where
none began and none ended.
I have no idea how long we hung suspended at this point, at
this joining, but I was wrenched from it as I felt Qui-Gon's
energy begin to fade, his presence slowly seeping from me. This
wasn't right, I knew that instinctively. Pain slammed through
me at the thought that we had failed, that my Master was now
dying. His presence became sorrowful as it continued to fade,
almost a soothing caress of regret.
NO! I would not let him go. It was not an option and I filled
myself with all my love for him, pulling every memory of our
past to the fore. I would not let him go without a fight. I
needed him too much to lose him. The fact that that need was
also physical caught me by surprise and yet as it revealed
itself simultaneously to him and to me, it seemed as though I
had always known of it.
I held onto him with all my being, sank manacles of need and
want and hot desire into him. My body tightened, my cock
hardening and rising, my back arching off the bed. I had never
felt this wanton, but the demanding hunger of my body was
matched only by the urgency of my soul. I pulled the energy
from the very air around us, channelling it through my body,
mutely offering it, offering myself, to my Master's use.
I started to shake again as I felt him grow stronger and prayed
to the Force that together we would be strong enough to make
this happen.
One minute I was fading, torn away by something stronger than
myself, the pull of it irresistible. The next...the next my
Padawan was fighting with all his being, fighting for me, for
us, refusing to let me go. If the bedroom had become a metaphor
for a battleground, so did his body become a weapon. Although
it was wielded in love, it still sank deeply into me, or what
was left of me. Obi-Wan's soul; the goodness, the courage, the
strength that had given him the ability to anchor me these many
years, was now being concentrated and directed at me in a
completely new way, a way I couldn't ignore. He was forcing me
to complete the transformation. Forcing me to return. He
wanted me to live alongside him.
It was that devastatingly simple. Love, lust, want and need
swirled around Obi-Wan's body, bending it into a beautiful
arch, a bridge for me to cross.
Although I had no eyes to see, the vision of him at this moment
will be forever engraved upon my mind. Yearning, aching, he was
reaching for me with the Force, so powerfully that it literally
glowed around him, lighting him up like an Alderian Harvest
Tree. I had never seen anyone so brilliantly lit, so totally in
touch with the power around us, and it made me want to stay
with him. Want to need him, to touch him, to - to....
There was more to this than the forming of a new shell to house
my restless spirit.
And Obi-Wan already knew that -my padawan had arrived at the
answer ahead of his Master. In this, as so many things, he was
the wiser.
My true form quivered, sinking ever-more deeply into his
welcoming body, melding into his cells, and there I rested,
briefly, feeling his fear subside as I pondered this new
development. But I was there, with him, and a part of him, the
possibility that I would return to my natural state no longer
threatened. But we were both growing weaker, and he was drawing
heavily on the Force to maintain the connection he had so
determinedly forged. Though some part of me wanted to stay
where I was, deep within him, I knew that I had to proceed, or
we would both be lost.
To proceed I would have to become one with Obi-Wan. Not just my
energy to his cells, but my physical being to his. How could I
proceed without knowing if Obi-Wan realised the commitment he
was making in offering this to me? A joining such as this,
between a Zarar and a human, could never be undone. I would not
bind him to me so unless I knew that he wanted it. And yet, how
could I question him until I was once again flesh and form?
"I am yours, for always." The quiet passion and joy in those
words, both spoken aloud and within Obi-Wan's mind, were more
than I could have asked for. As usual, my padawan had
anticipated my thoughts as clearly as he knew his own.
Reassured, I let my worries go and concentrated instead on this
marvellous creature who shone so brightly within the Force.
The cells I inhabited fairly vibrated with his love for me and
I let myself really feel it resonate within my essence, my
soul. I would live here if I could, but there was
joy in the physical too and that Obi-Wan could share with me. I
built myself within his body, just a shadow of my former self
-a ghost, if you will. While I knew that this was what I must
do, I felt the wrench as our one became two.
I lost my hold on his cells and drifted up from his body,
forming skin and blood and hair and cells of my own as I left
the shelter of him. The bedspread was warm beneath my back,
heated by his body. He was hotter against my front, above me,
his back pressing me down, testing the firmness of my new
flesh. My arms were around him, holding him tightly to me as if
I could re-enter his body. But we were separate.
Except for that one small part of me that still had not left
his body. Hot and hard and solid -real- but still within his
body, my shaft was buried deep inside him.
"Please!" his plea was loud to my new-born ears, but I could
not have denied him, even had it been the quietest of whispers.
I pushed my hips deeper into the mattress beneath me, pulling
out a small way before bucking back up into him. His back bowed
as his hips and shoulders pressed down into me.
We pulled and pushed our way through several more strokes
before we found our rhythm, our bodies not as attuned as they
had been, but as close as two physical beings can manage. When
it was no longer enough I shoved myself up and turned him,
coming down over top of my Obi-Wan as I reversed our positions.
Pressing my knees forward, I dragged his legs up until he
kneeled before me, head buried in his arms. Wild arrhythmic
thrusts jerked my hips against his ass and I slammed into him
again and again and again.
The force crackled about us, still carrying Obi-Wan's love and
strength in it's signature. I was slowly adding to it, making
it ours instead of his.
This time he whispered. His words were soft in the face of the
orgasm ripping through his body. I watched him jerk and buck
beneath me, muscles spasming around my cock. "I love you,
Qui-Gon."
"I know," I said as I finally pulled completely free of his
body. I pushed my hips forward, pressing my cock along his
perineum, under his balls and alongside his cock. My come
flowed from me and mixed with his on the bed beneath my lover's
belly.
I fell beside him, limbs trembling. I reached out a shaky hand
and ran it down his back, tracing his spine from neck to
buttocks, soothing his quicksilver tremors. Obi-Wan turned his
head, looking at me with a smile that came from within. I
should know -I was there.
"Welcome home, Master," he said quietly. I smiled in thanks,
knowing that he was my home and I had never truly left
it.
I let my eyes drift closed, knowing he would still be there
when they opened again. That was a luxury I usually took for
granted. Qui-Gon's fingers came up to trace my lips and then
the bed dipped slightly as he leaned over to press his mouth to
mine. I was too tired to do much more than accept his kisses,
but I opened my mouth, inviting him in. His lips were warm
against mine, but his tongue was hot as it pushed inside my
mouth. Hot and wet and real. He was real, here with me once
again in body.
The kiss ended and I snuggled into him, letting him surround me
for a change. I didn't inhabit him the way he did me, but I
pressed as close as I could and knew that I would always be a
part of him. Our souls were bound in ways neither of us could
have anticipated, but that I could not now imagine living
without. How could I have known that his death would be the
birth of something so extraordinary?
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