Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

He Who Can Never Be Thought To Be The Same

• Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered the day he lost Anakin Skywalker as if it had happened just the day before.

He hadn’t been able to say anything to Anakin before he passed, but a scream had left his lips – pulled out from the depths of his soul – at the feeling of the bond connecting him to Anakin sundering, leaving behind nothing but a void inside his mind. Where once Anakin had occupied every thought in Obi-Wan’s mind, after his parting there was only silence and pain. He had cradled the lifeless body tightly against his chest, anguish and sorrow filling his heart as all around him the Force wept in agony at the murder of her son.

He would find a way to get Anakin back, to have him by his side and never lose him again, even if it cost him everything he had.

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“You are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know. And you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be.”

“Obi-Wan… May the Force be with you.”

“Goodbye, old friend. May the Force be with you.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered the day he lost Anakin Skywalker as if it had happened just the day before.

Every time he closed his eyes, the memory of the Force leaving his Padawan’s body was akin to a knife carving a wound inside his heart. Regret and sorrow filled his soul every time he remembered, hating himself and everyone around him for allowing those words to be the last thing he ever said to the man he had come to love more than anything or anyone in the galaxy.

He wanted nothing more than to go back in time and run towards the hangar, to yell at his past self and take his place so he could reveal to Anakin – who would be alive and warm once more – how deeply he cared for him, how much he loved him, how much Obi-Wan still needed him despite the years that had passed for him since they were cruelly parted, and that he would’ve done anything for Anakin had the other just said the word.

If he’d asked.

Obi-Wan would have stayed. For him. Out of love for his former Padawan, for his brother-in-arms, and other things he did not dare express even in the sanctity of his own mind until many years had passed.

But instead of staying, he had walked away from Anakin, turning his back to travel to Utapau, charging against General Grievous, the 212th clone battalion by his side, all in order to stop a senseless war. He remembered being focused on his task, as the Code and his training demanded of him, despite the nagging feeling at the back of his head that right then Anakin needed him more than anyone else had ever had. But he had persevered, wanting at the time nothing more than to end the Clone Wars for good, knowing that in time he’d be returning to Anakin, who had remained back in Coruscant as per the Council’s orders. Angry at being kept from the action, but safe, which is why Obi-Wan had agreed it was for the best.

The battle had been arduous and tiresome, pushing him to his limits, his time at war giving him skills he used to wish he didn’t possess or didn’t know how to use, even if they were necessary to survive another day. But at last, much to Obi-Wan’s displeasure, Grievous had fallen thanks to several blaster shots to his chest.

“How uncivilised.”

However, before the war could end and peace could be called in all fronts, a blast to his back had made him fall from a cliff at the same time as the Force shrieked in agony as thousands of lights were extinguished one after the other across the vast galaxy. Grasping that it had been his men, the 212th, who had pointed their guns at him — calling for his death — had been a devastating blow to his soul.