She sucked a haggard breath. “Vima’s light is very small,” she repeated. “In penance, Vima renounced the path of control … like a true Jedi. Destiny cannot be controlled. So she surrendered everything—to the will of the Force.” Obi-Wan found it hard advice to follow. At this moment, all that he was was an 80-kilogram mass of primitive, focused will with one directive: protect the tiny consciousness nuzzled in his arm at all cost.
(source: "Lone Wolf: A Tale of Obi-Wan and Luke" by Abel G. Peña)













