There‘s no death: there‘s the Force
The Force chimed in a certain way whenever a star fell into its endless oceans. Its deep waters parted, rose about the new presence, engulfed it and cradled it gently to the bedrock, the place where those who had once been stars shining high in the skies had come to rest.
To rest. To watch. To be silent witnesses of the will of the Force.
Welcoming new ones there was both sweet and bitter; sweet because of their presence, bitter because of what that implied. But they had been Jedi. They were Jedi, and rejoining the Light was a deathless death. And still… it hurt when a cherished one joined their ranks.
“Oh, child,” she whispered, when the worn figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi reached its final destiny. There came one whom she’d missed greatly in all the decades that had gone by since her death, one that she’d rather keep missing for at least the same amount of years.
Death had freed her from the mortal luxury of shedding tears, or else it had been those long years witnessing what the times had brought into the galaxy, but Tahl could feel emotion building up within her. “I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan. Your loss… ,” she managed, her hands falling helplessly along her sides. Then, her fingertips came to rest upon his cheek as she regained control of herself. “Come. It’s been long since we last spoke.”