sskywallker:

Insp by @eirianerisdar​ | src 

The force is a mix of Unifying and Living, as it has always been, but now it tumbles in and out of itself in a roiling cauldron – the slow bleed of the Living Force out of Xanato’s form, as the cascade of the Unifying Force out of memory, where a black-hair padawan beamed at the praise of his master for a well-executed kata.

A doorway flickers in Qui-Gons mind- the entrance to a bridge he thought long faded away, that he thought finally snapped and frayed away when he brought Obi-Wan to Ilum. A single, dimly glowing thread is all that connects him to Xanatos, now, the barest ember in the remains of a fire that the wind is gathering to snuff out at last.