Chapter 2
19 BBY, Tatooine
Dear Anakin,
I have sent you the previous letter, and you have not replied, to my relief. I hope you never do. And that is selfish of me, I know, but I am tired. Everything's been going past me like a blur, it's all surreal. I am tired.
It's quiet without you, or even Ahsoka. I do not know how her well-being is nor location since the siege on Mandalore. I do dearly hope she's alright. You are never going to let me live this down, but...I miss the action. The adventures we used to have in the stars, blowing up Separatist aircrafts, many many happy landings, lightsaber duels, fighting for our lives, I missed that. I never liked war, you know that, it was always too violent and bloodthirsty for my tastes. I never particularly liked watching someone code to me die either. Rex, Fives, Cody, Tup, Hardcase, Wolffe, Dogma, Hevy, Echo, the 501st and the 212th...all good men. Force, what ever happened to them? Did they...were they forced to be a part of your notorious Empire? Anakin! What in the blazes are you thinking?! They are individual people with rights to choose whether or not to serve a cause! They deserve to choose…
I've heard what you've been doing, Vader. Hunting down the remains of the Jedi so that we have no chance of rising from the ashes of the Temple you burned to the ground, that very Temple that was your home. I still can't believe you did those things and continue to do them to this day. You are a cold-hearted, violent, sick, twisted bastard, you know that? You...I should have killed you on the lava banks if Mustafar! I should have just ended your misery right then and there! But I...I couldn't. I couldn't even if I engrossed myself into the trenches of the Dark Side itself, using my hatred for what you have done and what you have become. I could never have run my 'saber through your heart. I guess that is what makes me weak. Vulnerable. Because I could not kill someone I love. Vader apparently has no problem with that, though. I know what I did to you Anakin. I maimed you, left you to burn and rot on those fiery banks of Mustafar. I made you into this...creature I keep seeing on the holonet. It's only been a month and a few weeks now, and you have made quite the name for yourself.
Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, the Emperor's Right Hand and Heir to the Throne.
Quite a mouthful of titles. But those were the fancy ones...I am talking about the ones you are mostly known by:
Murderer.
Destroyer of Worlds.
Demon.
Monster.
Slayer of Jedi.
Executioner.
The list goes on...but I'm sure you know already, so I shall not bore you any longer.
Is this what you wanted to be your legacy? To be 'evil incarnate'? Because you are doing a splendid job then. And if you are waiting for me to slip up and tell you where I am so you can delicately detach my head from my shoulders, then I am afraid to say your efforts were in vain. Good day.
-Obi-Wan Kenobi
A/N: I know Rex and Wolffe never died but Obi-Wan doesn't know that :)