You're In Ruins

R2′s optics track the motion of the stormtroopers as they march away, uncertainty bubbling deep in his vocalizers. Why did the man that was once Luke send his soldiers away? Perhaps he realizes R2 means no harm, and he truly doesn’t, but that does not mean R2 wishes to be left alone with the cloaked organic. His compassion centers ache. Already he’s watched the descent of one of his former masters–he could not bear to watch it happen again. He wheels slightly back from the organic, keeping him in full view of his optics.

Weeeeoooooo

“I was offered a choice. Watch my friends die...or join the dark. I murdered Luke Skywalker...but I saved the resistance.”

    But as many times as he told himself this, alas he knew that the young boy he once knew, the boy that he had trained and befriended, was gone. With what he had done, the blood that had stained his hands, Obi-Wan knew the path to the light had broken apart. And it pained him to see his friend like this. 

   To watch someone else he cared about be seduced by the Dark Side, and become entranced with it’s evils. First, his father. And now him- His mouth turned down into a deep frown, the old man simply began to walk towards him, cautiously, carefully. Luke was a Sith Lord now, and he did not know what was running through his mind. 

   Was it regret? Was it insecurity? Or perhaps he was thinking about what he had done, and his life decisions so far. Despite Luke’s change, Obi-Wan still cared for his former padawan, and wished to help him. He’d find a way… He just needed Luke to open up to him. Blue eyes were locked upon the other’s face as he came towards him slowly. 

    He didn’t wish to use it, but his lightsaber was hitched onto his belt, ready at all times. The man began to tremble softly, fearing for his life. Luke was a dangerous man, and any outcome could come from this. Injury, a fight, even his death- But he would risk it for Luke. He’d risk it if it meant he would be able to show the boy the light one more time. His lips parted as he spoke to the boy, gently, in a calm and assuring tone. 

He eyes his uncle, the lightsaber at his side suddenly heavy. He has no desire to use it, even if the other’s lightsaber comes out. If it is his time it is his time. Perhaps the darkness of death will be more comforting then the darkness he is in right now.

“ Uncle..you have come here on a suicide mission. I can’t. ” 

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