Disclaimer—Guess. What, you think I own it? Sorry, you're wrong. I own nothing.
You're probably horrified by what you're reading. And you should be.
Now, you know what's coming.
--From the Private Journals of Obi-Wan Kenobi
Would I say I'm sorry? Would I try to redeem myself? No, I wouldn't of. If Siri hadn't been there, if she wasn't there…No, I wouldn't of.
Do you forgive me, for all my deeds? I'd be surprised if you did. I don't earn your forgiveness. I don't earn to be in your presence. In anyone's' presence.
I was surprised when you walked into my 'room'. I thought, once you gave me to the mercy of the Council, I thought you'd stay away. Clearly, I was wrong.
Have you showed Bant and Siri all the entries, not just the first part? They need to see, to understand what I did. Don't bother with Garen. I don't think he'll want to hear. It's not in his nature to forgive for something this major.
Have you read them? You must've read some of it. How else would you know where I've been? Why else would you be here?
Here I am, ranting about my mistakes to Qui-Gon. But he already knows what happened. You, dear reader, don't. You haven't read what happened. So how can you continue reading? You probably think I'm going to tell you.
Well, you're right. I shall. But it's complicated. The whole thing is. Not just the beginning, middle, or end. Everything, from the big picture, to the tiny details.
So I'll try to explain it the best way I can. I'll really try. To help you, you'll see my entries, and I'll explain some things as they come to cross.
So continue on, dear readers. But I warn you, it won't be pretty. Love and loss. Brotherhood and betrayal. Courage and sacrifice.
Let the games begin.