by Amie LaRouche (a.larouche@ext.canterbury.ac.nz)
Archive: master_apprentice. Anyone else please ask -- I'd be
truly astonished to hear from you.
Category: Point of View, Angst
Rating: PG
Spoilers: TPM
Summary: Obi-Wan reflects bitterly on that one, last moment
with his Master.
Feedback: Any feedback is welcome at
(a.larouche@ext.canterbury.ac.nz)
Disclaimers: None of the characters mentioned herein are mine
-- they belong to George Lucas and LucasFilms. No infringement
of copyright is intended. Obi-Wan just whispered a little
something in my ear, and seemed to want me to write it down.
Who am I to argue with a man carrying a lightsabre?
It would only have taken a moment, Master -- one moment to
remember your Padawan...
But I was forgotten, wasn't I? You forgot me, left me behind
the moment you found the boy. This boy, this prodigy of
yours... I sense danger in him, Master, and fear -- and a
terrible destiny.
One moment...
One moment to call me Padawan. One moment to say, "My
Obi-Wan..."
But at the last, your thoughts were all of him. Or perhaps --
perhaps they were of your duty, your honour as a Knight. That
was your way, always putting the mission before personal
considerations. Which is as it should be, of course: as you
taught me.
And yet... it would only have taken a moment.
I do not know when I will be able to forgive that. At the last
I was left alone and more than alone, bereft even of the touch
of your mind, my name on your lips.
I will train the boy, Master, as I swore I would. I will train
him, and he will be a Jedi Knight; perhaps even the great
Knight you saw in him, the prophesied One who will bring
balance to the Force. Perhaps it will be so.
But how can I train him, I alone? How can I break through his
fear, his pain -- his anger? How can I reach out to him, bond
with him, mould his thoughts, when every sight of him brings
you before me? When I can speak to him only as his Master (how
strange that sounds!): as his Master, not as his friend...
The child has lost his mother, and lost one who -- in that
too-brief time -- was a father to him, and more than father.
And I?
I have lost everything. In that one moment, everything.
How can I train the boy who took my beloved from me?
Oh, my Master -- my thoughts race around and around, and I come
no closer to finding peace.
And at the last...
At the last, it comes to this:
It would only have taken a moment, to say my name.
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