Obi-Wan lay awake thinking about all that had happened. Anakin's deception, the senator's death, and now he had Luke to watch over. Tatooine was now his home where he would care for Luke, but Obi-Wan had decided one thing; Luke would never know about the Jedi order. Obi-Wan didn't want Luke turning out like his father or know about the path he chose. Obi-Wan would now have no reason to return to Coruscant which sadden him. The Jedi were slaughtered and the ones who had survived went into hiding; as far was Obi-Wan was concerned the Jedi were just a distant memory; a memory that he held on to, one that brought him much joy but also much pain. Luke would live with his Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, and Obi-wan would watch over from a distance.
"Take good care of him." Said Obi-wan as he handed Luke over to Owen.
"You know we will." Said Owen but even his words would not reassure Obi-Wan. "I will treat him as if he were my own."
"Yes, very good." Said Obi-Wan holding back his tears. Anakin was like a son to him and Luke was like his grandson even though he knew Luke would be safe he didn't want to say goodbye.
Obi-Wan for the first time in his life felt empty. He now had no purpose to serve, no council to report back to. He felt as if all he had learned from Qui-Gon was being wasted. He would now retreat to the outskirts of Tatooine until a new opportunity presented itself and for his sake he hoped it would be sooner rather then later. Never the less he knew it would come; he knew he would get another chance to be the Jedi he was destined to be.