Title: What Have We Done My Brother?

Summary: A poem from Obi-Wan's view of the retched battle on Mustafar.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything about Star Wars; it wouldn't have been as great if I had created it because there would have been no storyline.

Rated: K+

"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken."

What a fitting place for us to fight,
This place of fire,
This place of death,
So hot we can taste the heat—
So cold we can feel the chill—

What a fitting place for us to meet,
This place of yours,
The hatred you created,
The world of hell you needed to live,
This power you needed to save.

I don't believe it,
I can't believe it,
This anger and hate
In your eyes—
In your mind—
In your very soul—
Although I don't believe it,
I see it.

I loved you as a brother would,
I thought of you as a brother,
I needed you as a brother.
You were my friend, ally.
Knowing what I must do…
I wish everything was different.

We battle,
We fight,
Going around and around,
I can feel the Sweat,
Beating on my Skin—
I can feel the Heat,
Beating on my Face—
I can feel the Pain,
Beating in my Heart—

This battle is life or death,
Deep inside I know that,
Even though I hesitate,
You would kill me,
Kill without a second thought.

I jump
Reaching for higher ground
I can feel,
Everything that radiates off you,
The hate,
The anger,
Everything you feel towards me.

Foolish—
The only word I hold in my head
As you jump,
As I cut your legs.

The pain I feel accelerates
As though
I am you
And
You are me

I can't help but think,
Could I have saved you?
Could I have helped you?
Could I?
If I had watched you,
If I had listened to you,
I can't help but wonder.

Screaming in pain
You speak,
Drawing me from my thoughts,
I listen,
I hate you, I heard you say
Writhing in pain I watched you.
I try to look as you cry out,
I turn before I gain the courage to look again.

I walked away,
I know that the pain I feel
Will never leave
Will always be a reminder of what I did
What I did to save you from yourself.
I left—
But not before I glance once more at your burning face
You were like a brother to me Anakin!
You were everything to me!
You were my pain!
You were my life!

What have we done?
To try and live?
Only to die.
To try and be happy?
Only to end with sadness.
To try and hold those near?
Only to have them slip through our open fingers.

What have we done my brother?