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Archive: MA only
Category: Qui/Obi, Angst, POV
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Episode II
Summary: Obi-Wan's thoughts during Episode II.
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Dreams pass, in time, and now I am left with nothing. Scattered images of a distant past have haunted me for years, fleeting touches in the back of my mind, disturbing me, comforting me. And now, even as I speak the words, the realization stuns me. I no longer wake up in the middle of the night, bathing in sweat, startled by dreams of red and black, of cold, hurtful words, of things left unsaid and undone. I do not know when I stopped dreaming, stopped living anywhere but in the present, the past forgotten, the future unheeded.
Perhaps living in the moment is my greatest sin, my only escape. He would not have meant this, not when he taught me oneness with the Living Force, not when he urged me to pay heed to the here and now instead of focusing on the future. He would not have wanted this for me, would have scolded me with raised eyebrows. But it is too late, now. My only pride lies in the training of the boy. Anakin will be my legacy, my reconciliation. My way of repaying the debt I owe to my Master, a debt of honor. A debt of love.
Anakin does not see it. He does not know why I keep him in check, thinks I am underestimating him. Undervaluing his abilities. But it is my utmost wish to see these abilities culminated, to enhance his gift with the Force to the fullest. He is to be my work of pride. And when the day comes when he is knighted, I will cut his braid and keep it as a token of my own ability, a reward for the years I spent cultivating the boy. And I will know that I have kept my promise.
The End