Obi-Wan's light is almost like a giant beacon, and a reminder of the past. A terrible reminder. Despite all the hate he holds inside, he is focused, paying no mind to anything else he passes.
Which is a good thing for Obi-Wan, because it means he does not sense Luke. As far as he knows, his child died along with Padme. And somehow it was partially his former master's fault.
He knew that wasn't true, but it was an idea he clung onto. When he neared Obi-Wan's lone residence, his pace slows dramatically.
"Come out Master. Or are you going to hide from me like the rest of the coward Jedi?"
He did not draw his lightsaber yet. Oh no. He had a bit more in mind than just outright killing Obi-Wan. He had the full intention of breaking him first.
Obi-Wan simply settles into the middle of the floor of his small hut, legs crossed and pose something like a still meditation. He lets himself sink into the Force, just slightly, a solid anchor-point and friend to hold steady and still. To lose something of the boundaries that define himself, and feel the rest of the galaxy.
"You are welcome to come in, Anakin. The door is open."
The words are soft, almost instructive, as though Anakin was newly-knighted yet, and had come to see his former Master again on one of the rare times they had leave and were at the Jedi Temple. This will try him, Obi-Wan knows. It will be full of pain, and not only the physical. But Luke and Leia... they must remain safe and protected. And he had been tortured before.
Vader enters the building almost calmly at first, through there is a rising air of burning hatred at the mention of that name. But he holds it back. For now.
"Anakin is dead. He was left to die back on Mustafar."
His stare is cold and dark, and if he had the ability, he would have burned a hole through Obi-Wan with just his gaze alone. He stops a few feet away and it takes all of his constrained willpower to not just end it in a swift moment.
No, he couldn't do that because he needed to savor this.
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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Which is a good thing for Obi-Wan, because it means he does not sense Luke. As far as he knows, his child died along with Padme. And somehow it was partially his former master's fault.
He knew that wasn't true, but it was an idea he clung onto. When he neared Obi-Wan's lone residence, his pace slows dramatically.
"Come out Master. Or are you going to hide from me like the rest of the coward Jedi?"
He did not draw his lightsaber yet. Oh no. He had a bit more in mind than just outright killing Obi-Wan. He had the full intention of breaking him first.
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"You are welcome to come in, Anakin. The door is open."
The words are soft, almost instructive, as though Anakin was newly-knighted yet, and had come to see his former Master again on one of the rare times they had leave and were at the Jedi Temple. This will try him, Obi-Wan knows. It will be full of pain, and not only the physical. But Luke and Leia... they must remain safe and protected. And he had been tortured before.
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"Anakin is dead. He was left to die back on Mustafar."
His stare is cold and dark, and if he had the ability, he would have burned a hole through Obi-Wan with just his gaze alone. He stops a few feet away and it takes all of his constrained willpower to not just end it in a swift moment.
No, he couldn't do that because he needed to savor this.
"You left him there. Certainly you remember."
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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?"