can we just like….talk about dexter jettster? how qui gon passed this amazing giant four-armed lizard man’s friendship to obi wan and they just talk about everything together and how they probably have this secret code language or something for all the shady things going down in the republic? how they have casual lunches in this greasy diner with cups of steaming caff? how they sit and chat on rooftops through clouds of smoke from dex’s cheroots? and how dex’s seen it all– he knows obi wan, probably as well as some of the masters in the temple do- and how he knows anakin too and even ahsoka and how he probably saw the first billows of smoke roll up from the jedi temple that night?
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MANY NON-JEDI FRIENDS OBI-WAN HAD
how many he inherited from his old life
last pieces of love left over from a time he still looks back on with a smile
and how they looked for him
how they watched smoke rising in funeral pyre columns, as even the air in the underlevels took on the tang of burning
how they watched with dawning horror while the rest of the planet chose not to care. how they tried to contact him – how they tried the channels they knew, but those were ones that went through the Temple comm center, and obviously no one is there to receive and direct messages anymore
how they watched the papers and the ‘Net, wondering, hoping they could catch some hint, some whisper
you know they had to assume he was dead. and eventually they’ll be right; they’re just a little premature. but what gets me is that obi-wan kenobi may disappear, he may drop off the face of the galaxy and leave no one to know about the sacrifices he’s making or what he’s giving up for the sake of future hope, future peace, future liberation – his people may be destroyed and his culture may have been purged from the record and his faith may be derided, but even with the obliteration of the jedi his memory can’t be erased, because even though there aren’t any jedi left to light his pyre, the people who mourn for obi-wan kenobi aren’t jedi; obi-wan’s living memory are diner owners and pilots and thieves and revolutionaries, slicers and palace servants and miners and farmers – all of them pathetic, meaning pathos, meaning of or relating to emotions.
they never find out what happened to him. but they never forget him, either.