THIS IS A BOGA APPRECIATION POST

boga pastebin here He remembered. Boga's wrenching leap...twisting in the air...the shock of impacts...multiple detonations blasting both of them farther and farther from the sinkhole wall...using her massive body to shield Obi-Wan from his own troops. Boga had known somehow -- the dragonmount had known what Obi-Wan had been incapable of even suspecting; and without hesitation, she'd given her life to save her rider. "I suppose that makes me more than her rider," Obi-wan thought as he discarded the canister and put his re-breather into place. "I suppose that makes me her friend. It certainly made her mine." He let grief take him for a moment -- grief, not for the death of a noble beast, but for how little time Obi-Wan had had to appreciate the gift of his friend's service. But even grief is an attachment, and Obi-Wan let it flow out of his life. "Goodbye, my friend."