People's fates are simplified by their names.
Elias Canetti
Sometimes Ben really, really hated the Force.
For example, there was absolutely no reason why he couldn't have watched Anakin from a distance, as he had planned. Then the boy could have grown up as he would have if Ben had never come. But the Force urged him to buy Anakin and Ms. Skywalker, and he had to obey.
Ben chanced a glance at Anakin. The little boy was so innocent, so trusting, so- so light that it made Ben want to cry. He knew that this was who Anakin had been before… everything, and that somehow Ben had destroyed this child.
"Why're you lookin' at me?" Ben quickly turned his eyes back to the Dune Sea. "You're sad." Ben heard Ms. Skywalker's small, gasping intake of breath.
"How do you know that?" he said.
"I don't know," said Anakin. "You just feel sad. Why are you sad?" Ben sighed. He really did hate the Force.
"Because I had a friend, and he… died. You remind me of him."
"Oh," said Anakin. "Was he nice?" Ben blinked the sand from his eyes.
"Mostly. We… we had our disagreements, but he was like a brother to me, an annoying, reckless, stupid younger brother who didn't know when to listen." Anakin looked a little confused, so Ben smiled.
"Oh, you're just kidding around, right?"
"No," said Ben, the smile disappearing from his face. Anakin didn't know why, but what he'd said had made it worse. Anakin bit his bottom lip. He'd just have to try to fix it, then.
"What was his name?" said Anakin. Ben stared into the distance for a moment, wondering what he should tell the boy. An old presence wrapped around him and whispered a name in his ear.
"Eligor," said Ben. "His name was Eligor."
A/N: Eligor was a dark angel in ancient mythology. He appeared as a white (good) knight with a lance, saving people before sending them down the path to Hell.