Lost. . . That’s what he was as he lay cradling the end of his severed limb. Shaking fingers touched the cold metal that surrounded it now, keeping it safe from infection. Tears of despair slipped from his closed lids. Obi-Wan had warned him not to give in to the Dark side as he left Yoda. Lost was the look in the little Jedi Master eyes as he watched the X-wing lift off and disappear into the heavy mists above. He was going to save his friends, who were lost to undeniable pain. Their suffering cried out to him and he was lost to the urge to go and rescue them.
Lost. . . That was the feeling that gripped his heart when the Dark Lord stood over him and proclaimed his paternity. Far worse than the pain of a thousand limbs being severed from him. Inconsolable was the grievous denial that erupted from deep within his core. With one step back he was lost to the howling winds as his body free fell to his almost certain death. He had listened to his Mentors and not given into the rage that he was now lost to.
Lost. . . That was the sad look in her tear-filled eyes as she tended his wounds. He had lost her heart to another. Soft brown eyes that once shined with fiery defiance were now dulled, veiled behind the pain of losing her love, stolen away by a helmeted mercenary. Warm were her tears that landed on his bruised and beaten face while she sympathetically wept over the loss of his limb. He wanted to wake from his exhausted delirium, to hold her in his arms and console her pain. But he couldn’t for he was lost to his own painful betrayal.
“Ben. . . Why didn’t you tell me?”