"Oh, hell," Obi-Wan cursed, and fought back the surprise, pain and weariness to reach out with one drunkenly weaving hand and clasp Luke's shoulder, "No listen, I'll be fine. You have to go and stop him before he does something stupid. He's not thinking, and if he kills someone, the ship will kill him in return."

And to Arha he continued gravely, "I am sorry." wishing all the while that he could nod or impart some wisdom or another, but he couldn't seem to catch enough breath to say so.