Obi-Wan let out a soft little chuckle as Cody tipped his helmet back and kissed him, whiskers tickling his chin. He then watched as his second in command walked towards the door.
Slipping the helmet off, Obi-Wan hugged it close to his chest.
“I—I love you, Cody,” he said,—
--that he was."
He cleared his throat, fighting back the tears forming behind his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ahsoka. All I have done since coming to Tatooine is dwell on the past. It is... a difficult habit to break."
"And how was I, a single Master of one single Padawan, going to petition for the change of a whole system? I am just one man, Ahsoka! I could not change the system any more than you could."
Obi-Wan looked down to his feet, balling his fists and staring sadly at the grains of--
and there’s no ignoring that. Attachment doesn’t always lead to the Dark Side. Love and joy are the antithesis of the Dark Side. It is only when love turns into obsession, possession, being unable to let go— that’s the real danger.”
--sand clinging to his robe.
"Anakin was doomed from the start, and with him went most of the galaxy. If... If Qui-Gon had survived, maybe then. He had never stuck too closely to the council's teachings, but... I am not on the council, and I am not the brave, principled man--