As Obi-Wan fought, every cell in his body cried out in rebellion. This was wrong, so wrong.
He wasn’t trying to hurt Anakin. He couldn’t. His body was convinced that this was just another day of sparring. Another day spent training, learning the way the other fought.
He knew Anakin’s every move, and Anakin knew his, the only thing stopping them from decimating each other was one last shred of love.
Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to hurt him. This boy who he’d trained, who he’d raised, who he’d loved like a brother and a son.
He thought of Ahsoka, who loved him the same way. What would she say when she found out? How would she feel if he hurt Anakin?
What had happened to them? How had they gotten here?
He had the urge to cry like a baby, but he shoved that feeling down and focussed on the force. How it coursed through his veins like blood, and how he no longer felt that reflected back by the man across him.
Within seconds…it was over.
And then he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Tears streamed down his face, masked by the sweat he’d collected during the fight.
“You we the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith not join them!”, he sobbed. “Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness…”
He walked away, picking up Anakin’s lightsaber as a reminder of all that could have been…
“You were my brother Anakin,” he said, chocking on the last word, “I loved you…”
He turned his back on his old friend, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again…
It had happened…he’d lost everyone…how was he supposed to go on from here?
Perhaps Anakin’s child would be the one…the one to bring peace to them all…
Obi-wan could barely take another step, yet he hauled himself all the way back to the ship. He didn’t have time to mourn just yet…
His mind was numb with pain, and as he walked he whispered desperately to himself, “A new hope will emerge…”
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