He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't stir from his meditation. a part of him knows that inaction can be equally as frustrating as action, and Kenobi is nothing if not a master of waiting.
"I left a man, a brother, I thought lost, in hopes that I might save the life of the woman he loved, and their child."
His voice is calm, even. No hint of accusation or rebuttal, simply a statement of fact. He opens his eyes slowly, and looks to where Vader stands in the form of someone Obi-Wan loved—loves—very dearly.
"You left that man to die and still you failed -- in both your attempts."
Though truthfully, he knew it wasn't Obi-Wan's fault for Padme. Not directly, anyway. But if his former master had not turned her against him, none of it would have happened!
Those twisted thoughts kept his anger together and he approached, but he circled around, walking off to the side for a moment. Almost as if he were checking out Obi-Wan's decorating.
"And now you hide here ... what do you run from? Your guilt?"
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"I left a man, a brother, I thought lost, in hopes that I might save the life of the woman he loved, and their child."
His voice is calm, even. No hint of accusation or rebuttal, simply a statement of fact. He opens his eyes slowly, and looks to where Vader stands in the form of someone Obi-Wan loved—loves—very dearly.
"Are you not that man?"
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Though truthfully, he knew it wasn't Obi-Wan's fault for Padme. Not directly, anyway. But if his former master had not turned her against him, none of it would have happened!
Those twisted thoughts kept his anger together and he approached, but he circled around, walking off to the side for a moment. Almost as if he were checking out Obi-Wan's decorating.
"And now you hide here ... what do you run from? Your guilt?"