"What does that mean?" Obi-Wan asks, shaking his head. It's truly a rare thing, to be able to shock him to a state where he doesn't know what to do or say, but even though he's seen too many people die, holding Klaus while he bled on the pavement has still left Obi-Wan shaken to his core.

Were this a war, he would be able to pull himself together and move on, he would have to, but this isn't war. This is simply life and there is no need to just move on, compartmentalize and continue as if nothing has happened in order to save the galaxy.

The ambulance has arrived and paramedics are bustling toward them, carrying bags and a stretcher of some sort. Obi-Wan doesn't believe they're needed any longer, but he also isn't going to tell them not to examine this wonderful man, a man who was truly dead only moments before.

"Let them examine you," he requests softly. "For me."