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Obi-wan was dead: to begin with.

Part two-

[eek, this is kinda iffy but part 1 left on a cliff hanger!]

“I know.” he admits, shifting in his seat under your cold stare.

“Sorry? Sorry?! It’s been ten years!” You burst, fist clenching at your sides in unspoken anger.

“Elora, I-“

You cut him off, raising your hand in a warning. In moments like these you wish you were born force-sensitive like the Jedi, so you could slap him from where you stand.

“Let me speak.”

He just nods silently, tensing as your force signature sends waves of anger and confusion crashing into his.

As the dust settled around you, coating your throat in a dry scratchy layer, you open your mouth to talk.

“Why?-” You begin, taking a breath to calm your rushing thoughts,

“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? Why didn’t you come back? Why?”

He only looks up at you with guilt, brows furrowed together.

“I couldn’t, the council required I look over the boy, and with the Empire hunting down every Jedi I couldn’t risk finding you.” He explained, eyes searching your face for emotion.

“…the boy?”

His eyes flashed grief. The image stayed on his face for a moment before he composed himself. You suspected decades of training was to thank for his well guarded emotions, even if he was ten years rusty.

“Padmé’s child?”

His eyes answered your question and you asked,

“Is Padmé?..” Your heart sank to the floor.

Padmé, sweet, caring Padmé. Padmé who welcomed you into the Senate with a warm smile, who showed you the ropes and who fought for you.

“In childbirth, twins.” Obi-wan said softly, face matching yours with grief of a thousand mourners.

“Oh no,” you clutched your chest as his words came crushing down on you.

“Oh and Anakin, Anakin, it must of broke him.”

Kenobi’s decades of Jedi training failed him then and he broke. Tears brimmed his eyes, he looked up at you and you had never seen a more broken man.

“I failed him, Elora.” Was all he said, voice cracking. “He was seduced by the dark side, and I failed him. It was my fault. We fought, after General Grievous, we fought on Musafar and I left him there.”

He kept repeating the same phrase to himself

failed him failed him failed him failed him

Over and over again.

“Oh Obi-wan” you croak,

“I’m so sorry.”