been thinking about anakin and obi-wan—as you do, as one does—especially anakin and obi-wan after the new kenobi show, after a new hope, even. what do you even do with the man you half-raised/the man who was the closest thing you ever had to a father/the man who killed your people/the man you absolved of guilt/the man who killed you/the man you killed?
then i remembered this fic. from irnan, of course, because some of the best and warmest star wars i’ve ever read still comes from them.
title: can’t carry it with you
summary: So oneness with the Force is found in a field now?
Excerpt: "It's not much of an afterlife," Anakin Skywalker said out loud, squinting in the sunshine.
"I should probably take offense to that."
Turning was unnecessary. Anakin wasn't even truly surprised.
"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Obi-Wan said calmly, stepping up to Anakin's shoulder. "Shall we?"
"Walk, my brother. There is a track. It leads somewhere."
Oh, ye Gods. It was going to be one of those days.