He blinked at the weapon as he held it in his hand. A moment flashed before his eyes; a moment of horror and sadness, the weapon activated, held in battle against him, its owner turned to madness and despair. A friendship broken forever. The weapon in his hands stained with blood.
He shook it off.
"Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough," Obi-Wan Kenobi said to the blonde farmboy – Luke Skywalker, Anakin's son – who sat nearby, "but your uncle wouldn't allow it."
When the boy activated it, Obi-Wan sighed.
A friendship forged. A weapon redeemed.