Forget Me Not

by star wars for Jesus

Shortly before the events of Revenge of the Sith, Obi-Wan Kenobi is allowed a short leave from the fields of battle. But rather than remain at the Temple during his R&R, Obi-Wan has decided to spend it on Stewjon, his homeworld. There, he stays with his family, attempting to reconnect with them while coming to terms with the death of his one-time lover, Satine Kryze.

6. Chapter 6

So, guess what? I'm doing it. Again.

I'm leaving.

It's not that my leave has run out or anything, though. It's just that I'm…running dry, here. Here, in this normal, green place—or I'm running out. Out of options, out of beings who notice me, see me behind them as I stamp, shout, scream for them to hear.

Like I wrote earlier, this isn't the first time I've had to do this. And I'm not just referring to having to leave my—their—home on Stewjon, either; it's just a constant fact of my life. Change, metamorphoses, seasons—they swing about me, incessant. Stripping me from one place to the next, never allowing my eyes to adjust to the murk.

I left the Order, once. Then I stopped, closed my eyes, and turned around. Headed straight home, shoulders drooping, certain that I would never again be held as an equal. But I was, and that return journey—that was sort of leaving, too. Leaving from a dim, dank room and rushing into the world outside, the light bursting through.

And I've left beings behind, too. Beings I cared about. Qui-Gon, whose soul or whatever was left wafting over the place where he met his end. Satine, who watched with glass eyes as I trudged onto that ship, bound for Coruscant and places far, far away.

I left behind my family, who blinked so often that they have forgotten that they once had another child. Had me. Me, who is prepared to leap off the precipice one final time and cut all ties. Annul the bond of blood.

This time around, however, I'm not going to complicate things with goodbyes.