Disclaimer: Star Wars does not belong to me, unfortunately. I have neither the money for it, nor the glory, nor a liking for plaid shirts. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Author's Note: Hello, here's my latest offering to the Sobiwan world. It came about purely through my interest in seeing if I could make Sabé horrible. I couldn't make her as horrible as I initially intended. Obi-Wan is too good, noble and kind to fall in love with someone horrible. So instead she's misguided and exploited, which was also interesting to explore. This will be a three-part story with a prologue. Reviews are very welcome : )
Repetition and Reflection.
Pain was all anyone felt on Mustafar that day. The pain the bad felt was physical and self-loathing. The good suffered the pain of heartbreak. The noble felt the pain of betrayal and the tugging of old memories.
It was an eternal walk back to the ship for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Between the sleek craft that would bear him away and the evil he was fleeing from lay a ten-minute walk, where his memories ambushed him. An image flashed before his eyes of Anakin…Vader crawling up the banks of the lava flow, legs and arm severed. A splash of sulphur had caught the Sith Lord, setting the remnants of his tunic alight. The flames had spread quickly, further cauterising the wounds, sealing his fate. Vader had screamed his hate. Obi-Wan had looked away.
His own words came back to him, an echo of his anguished shout down the bank.
You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.
Had he then realised the awful repetition he was certain he wouldn't have said it. But the words had already been said, already set in motion the memories…