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March 11, 2023
“For Anakin,” Obi-Wan said at length, “there is nothing more important than friendship. He is the most loyal man I have ever met—loyal beyond reason, in fact. Despite all I have tried to teach him about the sacrifices that are the heart of being a Jedi, he—he will never, I think, truly understand.”
“I think,” Obi-Wan said carefully, “that abstractions like peace don’t mean much to him. He’s loyal to people, not to principles. And he expects loyalty in return. He will stop at nothing to save me, for example, because he thinks I would do the same for him.” Mace and Yoda gazed at him steadily, and Obi-Wan had to lower his head. “Because,” he admitted reluctantly, “he knows I would do the same for him.”
YEAH . yep. matthew stover how do you understand him so entirely. his complexity yet simplicity he is so character of all time. i just cant catch a break can i
“Oh, no. That’s not it at all. I am firmly convinced that Anakin can do anything. Except betray a friend. What we have done to him today …”
“Padmé,” he said softly. Gently. Almost regretfully. “I will not tell the Council of this. Any of it. I’m very sorry to burden you with this, and I—I hope I haven’t upset you too much. We have all been friends for so long … and I hope we always will be.”
For a moment she said nothing, but as his footsteps receded she said, “Obi-Wan?” She heard him stop. “You love him, too, don’t you?” When he didn’t answer, she turned to look. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of buff carpeting. “You do. You love him.” He lowered his head. He looked very alone. “Please do what you can to help him,” he said, and left.
Obi-Wan said, “We’re not really splitting up, Anakin. We’ve worked on our own many times—like when you took Padmé to Naboo while I went to Kamino and Geonosis.” “And look how that turned out.” “All right, bad example,” Obi-Wan admitted, his smile shading toward rueful. “Yet years later, here we all are: still alive, and still friends. My point, Anakin, is that even when we work separately, we work together. We have the same goals: end the war, and save the Republic from the Sith. As long as we’re on the same side, everything will come out well in the end. I’m certain of it.”
“Well …” Anakin sighed. “I suppose you could be right. You are, once in a while. Occasionally.”
Obi-Wan gripped Anakin’s mechanical hand, and with his other he squeezed Anakin’s arm above the joining of flesh and metal. “You are wise and strong, Anakin. You are a credit to the Jedi Order, and you have far surpassed my humble efforts at instruction.”
“I’m not speaking of your power, Anakin, but of your heart. The greatness in you is a greatness of spirit. Courage and generosity, compassion and commitment. These are your virtues,” Obi-Wan said gently. “You have done great things, and I am very proud of you.” Anakin found he had nothing to say.
Obi-Wan, staring, wished that he had the strength to rip his eyes out of his head. But even blind, he would see this forever. He would see his friend, his student, his brother, turn and kneel in front of a black-cloaked Lord of the Sith.
just— didn’t— have it. He’d never had it. He had lost before he started. He had lost before he was born.
In every exchange, Obi-Wan gave ground. It was his way. And he knew that to strike Anakin down would burn his own heart to ash.
“You hesitate,” Anakin said. “The flaw of compassion—” “It’s not compassion,” Obi-Wan said sadly. “It’s reverence for life. Even yours. It’s respect for the man you were.” He sighed. “It’s regret for the man you should have been.”
the little green freak
This was not Sith against Jedi. This was not light against dark or good against evil; it had nothing to do with duty or philosophy, religion or morals. It was Anakin against Obi-Wan. Personally. Just the two of them, and the damage they had done to each other.
Yoda had said it, flat-out: Allow such attachments to pass out of one’s life, a Jedi must, but Obi-Wan had never let himself understand. He had argued for Anakin, made excuses, covered for him again and again and again; all the while this attachment he denied even feeling had blinded him to the dark path his best friend walked.
“You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them. It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness. You were my brother, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan Kenobi. “I loved you, but I could not save you.”
He might have left Obi-Wan alone: the last Jedi.
Below his feet, Darth Vader burst into flame.
In the end, he was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he was still a Jedi, and he would not murder a helpless man.
He turned and walked away. After a moment, he began to run. He began to run because he realized, if he was fast enough, there was one thing he still could do for Anakin. He still could do honor to the memory of the man he had loved, and to the vanished Order they both had served.
For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears.
The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.
You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you. Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that is hideous.
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker. That it was all you. Is you. Only you. You did it. You killed her.
It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith— Because now your self is all you will ever have.
And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory,

