donāt think too hard about obi-wanās message in the jedi beacon.
donāt think about obi-wan standing in the temple heās known all his life, head bowed, surrounded by broken codes and broken trust and broken bodies. donāt think about him wondering what he could possibly say. if there are even any jedi left to hear it.
donāt think about him saying do not return to the temple, when he knows he is leaving it for the last time; when obi-wan says that time has passed, donāt wonder if he remembers correcting the younglingsā stance, if they beamed at him with awe and chirped thank you, master kenobi! donāt imagine his eyes closing briefly with pain, remembering wry gossip with aayla secura and warm conversations with mace windu over tea.
donāt think about the fact that obi-wan doesnāt even know itās anakin yet. he hasnāt seen the recording yet. these are the last minutes obi-wan will ever have in a world where anakin skywalker is still good, and he spends those minutes broadcasting hope to an empty sky.
donāt think about the ending. obi-wan says a new hope will emerge, and then he watches his padawanāhis brotherāhis friend, slaughtering children with a lightsaber that has crashed against obi-wanās a million times.
donāt think about any of this because obi-wan tries not to, either. when he sits underneath the setting suns, sinking into the force, donāt imagine him trying to let go: of his master, his order, his heritage, his lost love, his best friend.
may the force be with you, always, obi-wan said.
in the end, the force is the only thing he has left.


















