A/N: This is my first Star Wars fanfic. Probably recent re-watching of the movie that sparked it.
This is a "letter" (or rather just thoughts) from Obi-Wan to Darth Vader (Anakin) when they meet in the Death Star. I'm a little unsure of the facts, so forgive me if anything seems wrong…
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Time ticks by. Things change; that is inevitable. People used to say, "The only thing that never changes is change." Used to, yes, now everything has changed.
It has been years since I last saw you. How I wish the years could reverse and become what it used to be! Instead we have moved on into a new world. Look around you, where you are, right now. What is familiar to you? Or has your mind changed too? Though you may have moved on together with the world, I remain where we were. I will never forget the past, in fact, I cannot. Although you deny not knowing the past, I know you were once part of the past and that fact will remain. You may choose to forget it, but I will remember.
Perhaps you may not remember the years ago when we were once together. Whatever has broken us apart, I regret it. I am sorry for it. If it could all be back to what it was like in the past, if it could somehow be amended, I would be grateful and I know you would be too. You shake your head, say there was no past, that everything was like this before. But I know the past was true. What have they done to you, that you have lost your memories so tragically? Surely something will come back to you. I have lost you before, and this will not be the next time.
We used to talk often. We would share experiences, recount events, and you would enjoy those times. I have missed your voice since. I have missed many things you were once a part of. You would make life bright. But what have you become, fading away into the darkness? What evil has conquered your light?
Jealousy, that was what it was. The sharp edge that dug again and again into our bond. Truthfully, I would not say our relationship was very strong. You did not know me, at least not thoroughly enough. You were perhaps too distracted to. But in my view, you were always a part of my life. Of my past. The picture would never be - is not - complete without you. But now, instead of you being here, jealousy has snatched you away. And it will get worse.
You have chosen the paths of many who have taken the wrong way and turned to the dark side. Sadly, you have gone even further despite countless warnings. How many times have I seen you, teeth clenched in anger, ready to strike out? And how many times have you not heeded my advice?
When I fought you those years ago, it was for your own good. But you did not listen. Everyone believed in you, that you were the chosen one. I confess I did too. That led to our downfall. I may have survived initially, but my downfall for my wrong choices has just been prolonged to now. This may be a battle, but you still do not know me enough. Maybe all you knew is already long gone, together with your recollections of the past. What was I to you all those years, anyway? A trainer to aid in your discernment transformation and eventually to fight against you, my pupil, to the death?
You talk, but it is not you. You are a puppet, manipulated by a greater evil. When would you ever threaten your opponent so strongly? This body is not you. What has been said all along is right - Anakin is dead, Darth Vader replacing him. Do you not remember your past, when times were peaceful and you still cared for your peers, your mother? Or is it because they are dead that you do not care anymore?
You swing out and the red blade is such a contrast from the original blue. I have your original lightsaber. It is with your son. Maybe in due time you will know him and understand him better than you did me, and you will make peace with your children, the ones you pursue and attempt killing countless times. Yes, there were twins, but you were not around to see them.
I do not give up. But I will give myself up, for your children's sake, for the rebels, for your own good.
Do you see your son and daughter there? They stand helplessly, just as I did when my Master fought. He was one who believed strongly in you. His last words were about you, or rather, your past self. Since the past, to you, has always been this way, I will tell you that Anakin was a good person. He was liked by many; and intelligent as well. But he slowly started to fade away, and a new being called Darth Vader brought devastation to the galaxy. That is you, the one whom I believed in. I still do.
You still have a choice. Choose wisely, Anakin.