A/N: After writing the second installment, I knew I had to finish it. So here is the final battle. Don't you think it's cool that the titles of each film fit the three battles so well?
Ben Kenobi knew it was the last battle. He knew that he could win if he needed too, but knew that he would not.
He knew everything he needed to know about his opponent. Darth Vader, the most feared Sith in history angled his crimson blade, and Ben knew.
Ben could not suppress the long forgotten feeling of love and pride that he had once felt for the man before him. Machine now, mostly, limbs made stronger by metal.
Ben's blade parried almost casually, knocking the hate aside. But it came back. It always did.
Ben noted grimly that he was older than he was when last he'd crossed blades with his former Padawan. The Force never changed, but years out of practice had weakened Ben's style. He fought with determination. As a robbed man trudges onward through the odds. He had no intention of winning.
It was his final act of love to the creature who was once Anakin Skywalker, and also to Anakin's unknown son.
Ben smiled as he sensed the safety of his friends. He lowered his guard and felt the astonished satisfaction as the hate overwhelmed him finally.
And he was one with the Force.