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The lightsabers clashed like a dance, a glorious collaboration of red and blue, always moving, never hitting their target. He remembered fighting with this apponant in a similar fashion years before. He remembered as though it had been merely the last had been different then, though. He'd just lost Anakin then. This was the second time Obi-Wan Kenobi had fought with Darth Vader...at least this time he could acknowledge his opponant as such.

Mustafar had almost killed them both. Anakin physically, and he himself mentally. Losing his only apprentice to the dark side had been devastating...He'd gone to Tatooine with Luke, and spent weeks simply...thinking. The only reason he was still alive, he was sure, was Anakin's son. Qui-Gon had been convinced that the little blonde boy he'd found on that Force forsaken desert planet had been the Chosen One, destined to destroy the Sith...Obi-Wan wasn't so uncertain that the Chosen One had not been Anakin, but his son. Luke no longer needed him...Anakin was lost to him for the rest of this life, and perhaps more to come...

All he could do was fight the monster that had killed his beloved apprentice. His Padawan. His Anakin. His Anakin who he had trained not of his own desire, but the need to fullfill a promise. He regreted that logic now. Perhaps Anakin might not have fled to Padme, and loved her, and fallen, had he felt more welcome with Obi-Wan. The Jedi didn't know. He simply didn't know. There was no way to know, none at all. All he did know was that he longed for the day when the Force found his Anakin again, and brought him back to him. That day when they were reunited in the unifying Force...

Luke could do it. Luke could find his Anakin. Luke could dig deep enough...get past Vader, and find the little boy from Tatooine again. Then, when that happened, they would all be in the Force. All the Jedi Knights of the Old Republic. The death of Darth Vader would be the fall of the Empire, Obi-Wan already knew. That would be best. Poetic justice, almost. This...demented social structure that had been birthed because of the Sith Lord before him and his Master would die because of them too...

Obi-Wan heard Luke call to him. He dropped his guard on purpose to look, and Vader then cut him down. He didn't mind though...He didn't mind because this wasn't Anakin. Yet somehow, it was. He distinctly remembered telling Anakin that he would be the death of him...He'd never considered himself much of a prophet, but as he was reabsorbed into the Force, body, mind and soul, it no longer seemed to matter. Nothing seemed to matter. He'd done his job. He was finished now...

From the Force, he watched Vader rage about how Obi-Wan hadn't left a body, while his children escaped to continue to build up their defense. Obi-Wan smiled slightly, relaxing into the humming energy of existance. Or, was it non-existance? The Force seemed to be singing...singing of a fallen child...A child Obi-Wan Kenobi somehow knew could still be saved.