𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞… •＃ｓｗｒｐ•＃ｍｖｒｐ•

“The force guides me. As it guides us all.”

The reader has alarmed him. They’d better explain themselves.

Uses the force to lift the reader.

Close your eyes. Pay attention. Listen to the heartbeat of the universe. There’s a pull. A tug. You feel… something. A connection, perhaps. Not in your mind, but your soul. The force connects you to all things.

Laying low in Mos Eisley. No Jedi here…

The Force connects me to all things… It’s beautiful. And haunting. Soothing, and crushing. The lives of all things are both fickle and eternal. When they pass, I feel them vanish. But I can still feel them… Beautiful, and haunting.

And where has the Force led him?

True enough. But the Force is the life of all things. Life is never simple.

I am one with the Force. And the Force is with me.

He stirred from his sleep, sitting up and holding his head in his hands. “Satine…? The Force must be testing me…”

It gets lonely in the Dune Sea… But perhaps it’s safer that way. Ben Kenobi is a hermit. Not to be known, and not to be loved. A man with a history such as his is protecting others by keeping it that way.

Perhaps her conflict is best resolved without the Empire. Or perhaps she’ll choose to live in the strife, serving the darkness.

And Vader will remain defeated as he was last. Fortunately for them both, there is no Obi-Wan here. Just Ben.

Mos Eisley is still a hive for the Empire. But Ben still needs to be there. To visit the market at least. Hopefully it can be peaceful.

“Good… good. Anakin would… he’d be… happy to hear that.”

“As will you, my friend. If you don’t mind my asking… is she alive? Ahsoka?”

“Yes, well… I don’t imagine safety is a luxury I can afford anymore, old friend.”