Obi-Wan returned to the present, and to the lesson-taking place in front of his eyes. After that inauspicious beginning, Yoda had taken Luke fully under his wing, and devoted himself to help the younger Jedi Master training the boy they both hoped one day would be the salvation of the galaxy.

Each Master was sharing with Luke his strongest abilities and relied on the other to cover and fill his weak points. This allowed them to pass the boy only the best of their knowledge, and give him the skills he would need to confront Vader and the Emperor.

Living on Dagobah, away from any distraction, had been positive for Obi-Wan too. It allowed him to find again the inner peace he had lost during the year he had spent living in the Rebels' outposts.

He found it easier to commune with Qui-Gon and to meditate, even if his meditation was often centred on only one topic: Leia and his feelings for her.

Obi-Wan knew he should have let go what he had experienced during their last private meeting on Hoth, the kisses they had shared and the passion he had felt in both of them.

He knew certain moments were meant to be lived and let go, not cherished as he was doing—but still he could not let them go. He could not let her go.

Obi-Wan often stretched his senses to check how Leia was doing and he had always happy and relieved to perceive her continued well-being. She was travelling with Han Solo and the rest of the Rebel fleet in search of a new hiding place, moving from one planet to another, lest the Imperials caught them.

"Troubled you are, Master Obi-Wan?"

Yoda's voice, so near him, brought Obi-Wan back to the present. He looked in front of him and noticed Luke was nowhere in sight.

"Sent him to search for dry wood, I did," Yoda explained. "Time alone to talk, we have."

Obi-Wan nodded. Perhaps a good talk with the older Master was just what he needed.

Yoda and he had lived through many things together, and even if they had not seen each other for twenty years, he still felt very close to the little Master that had been his first teacher.

"You are right Master, I am troubled."

Yoda sat by his side on the trunk, his hands resting on the top of his gimer stick. "Worried about the boy, you are? Still impulsive and easily distracted he is, but good progresses doing he is."

"I know. In fact, I am not concerned about Luke," Obi-Wan paused a moment, then decided to say everything. "I am concerned about his sister, Leia…and about the feelings I harbour for her."

Yoda's ears perked up. "Feelings you say?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes. I-I love her, Master." He bowed his head and waited for the censure he was sure would come.

"Great news, it is. Love you she does?"

Obi-Wan's head whipped up and he turned to look at Yoda with a stunned expression.

The older Master's face showed no reproach. Quite the contrary, he seemed to be smiling.

"Master?" Obi-Wan asked tentatively. "Are you not going to remind me the dangers connected with attachments?"

Yoda shook his head. "No need I have to remind, what so well you know. Let this attachment blind you, you will not. Do what is right, you will."

Obi-Wan was not completely convinced, and Yoda sensed it.

"Tell me Obi-Wan, where young Leia is now?"

"With the rest of the Rebel fleet."

Yoda shook his head, "Travelling with a man, she is, and love her the man does. How do you feel?"

"I am grateful Captain Solo is with her. I know he is looking after her, and would do everything to protect her."

"See? Jealous you are not. Obsessed you are not," Yoda said, making his point. "Changed have times, Obi-Wan. Jedi defeated were for stagnant they had become. My fault it was, this now I know. The new Jedi order new rules will need. Make sure of it you will. Make sure you will the new Jedi know difference between love and obsessive attachment. Love your Leia, be happy with her, and with your example teach to the others."

Obi-Wan needed a few moments to digest what he had been told. He had reached some of Yoda's conclusions during his exile on Tatooine. He and the Jedi had committed a mistake in dealing with the attachments, with the love Anakin had harboured for his mother first and Padmé later. They had expected Anakin to forget his mother and move on but without understanding it was impossible. Keeping the boy away from Shmi, had not made him forget her, but only long more for her.

Obi-Wan was aware it had not been completely his fault. How could he, raised from his infancy to consider the Order as his only family, understand his Padawan's needs? How could he, who had never known a mother's love understand the deep bond between Anakin and Shmi and how their separation had scarred the boy?

Perhaps, had Anakin been allowed to keep in contact with his mother, or had he been allowed to marry, his love would have not turned into the obsession Obi-Wan had glimpsed on Mustafar.

He remembered the irrational jealousy that blinded Anakin that fateful day, when he had accused Obi-Wan of wanting to take Padmé away. He remembered the senseless anger with which his former Padawan had chocked Padmé, the person he had killed for.

This was the result of a love turned into an obsession and nurtured by whatever promise Palpatine had made while he poisoned Anakin's mind.

However, love per se, was not dangerous. Obi-Wan had loved Siri, and still done what it was his duty to do. Qui-Gon had loved Tahl and suffered greatly when she had been killed, but still he had remained true to his vows. Obi-Wan had loved his Master as a father and, while he had felt a surge of anger against the Sith that had killed Qui-Gon, he had not let it consume him.

Yes, love, true love was possible for a Jedi if it was tempered by control—and Obi-Wan certainly did not lack it.

He could not help but smile and, at his side, Yoda did the same.

"Feel better you do? Decided to accept the Force's will you have?"

Obi-Wan nodded, turning to look at the diminutive Master. "Yes, I will no longer struggle against my feelings…" his voice suddenly died as his smile disappeared.

Yoda harrumphed and beat the ground with his gimer stick for emphasis. "Still fighting you are instead!"

Obi-Wan shook his head, his brow furrowing, and looked at Yoda in earnest. "Master, I am not resisting my feelings, but I cannot help but think Leia would be better with Solo, with someone not as old as me."

"Old you are not!" Yoda said, "Old I am! Because of grief your hair white is, but still young you are! To a long-living race you belong. One hundred and eighty years your average life span is. Like this you will stay and look for one hundred years or more. Plenty of time to be with her, you have. Many children you will have," the little Master almost winked and Obi-Wan blushed.

Yoda chuckled, and then sobered, "Good for my heart it is, know that a new, different Kenobi-Skywalker team there will be. Foreseen it, I had. Good for the Jedi and the galaxy it will be."

An amicable silence fell on the two Masters. Obi-Wan felt again in peace with himself, focused on his duty as he had always been.

The only difference was that, from now on, he would not do what he had to only for the freedom of the galaxy, but also to ensure the future he longed to have with Leia.