That he did not think it occur to Anakin to come to Tatooine was one factor in choosing it, but more important it was a back corner of the galaxy. No one wanted to live on Tatooine, unless you had family there. And Luke... Luke did.
Not to say that Obi Wan didn't plan to stay. He did. He owed his old padawan and his old friend that much. He would watch over Luke, as such a bright child grew, and hide him from those who would seek him out to do him harm. He is out wandering the Jundland Wastes, as is his wont. It is a meditation, of a sort, when he finds that even he cannot bear the stillness and the shadows that silence and memory bring.
He thinks this is a memory, at first, a terrible one. The acrid hate and dark that is Anakin, almost, but twisted and broken. Wrong. He remembers of the feel of it, knows it how terrible the black hole where the blazing sun of Anakin's light used to be. But it is too strong for a mere memory, and when he draws back into himself he can feel it, the slick oil of his hatred and intention.
So he heads home. The opposite sides of the Wastes from the Lars farm, and very possibly the safest place for him to go, drawing Anakin away. Slowly, at first, as though he had been too wrapped up in his surroundings to notice, and then, once he was sure that Anakin had at least a hint of his direction picking up speed. Fleeing, perhaps. He would like to live to see Luke grow, but if he cannot, he knows Yoda, at least, is far away and safe, and if he need to direct Luke from beyond the grave to Yoda, then he would find the means to do so. He does not see himself defeating Anakin. He is not sure he could, even if he could summon the strength within to truly give a strong assault.
Already, he is too broken, too shattered and lost, unable to reconcile the love he holds for his near-brother and the truth that Anakin is not that man, not any more.
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Not to say that Obi Wan didn't plan to stay. He did. He owed his old padawan and his old friend that much. He would watch over Luke, as such a bright child grew, and hide him from those who would seek him out to do him harm. He is out wandering the Jundland Wastes, as is his wont. It is a meditation, of a sort, when he finds that even he cannot bear the stillness and the shadows that silence and memory bring.
He thinks this is a memory, at first, a terrible one. The acrid hate and dark that is Anakin, almost, but twisted and broken. Wrong. He remembers of the feel of it, knows it how terrible the black hole where the blazing sun of Anakin's light used to be. But it is too strong for a mere memory, and when he draws back into himself he can feel it, the slick oil of his hatred and intention.
So he heads home. The opposite sides of the Wastes from the Lars farm, and very possibly the safest place for him to go, drawing Anakin away. Slowly, at first, as though he had been too wrapped up in his surroundings to notice, and then, once he was sure that Anakin had at least a hint of his direction picking up speed. Fleeing, perhaps. He would like to live to see Luke grow, but if he cannot, he knows Yoda, at least, is far away and safe, and if he need to direct Luke from beyond the grave to Yoda, then he would find the means to do so. He does not see himself defeating Anakin. He is not sure he could, even if he could summon the strength within to truly give a strong assault.
Already, he is too broken, too shattered and lost, unable to reconcile the love he holds for his near-brother and the truth that Anakin is not that man, not any more.