“Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say, that we are encouraged to love.”
He knows it.
So when Obi-Wan hears the news, more senses it than hears,
that Anakin has secretly married his angel, his own forbidden love, the Senator
Amidala, he relaxes.
Just a bit.
Now they’re both sinners, and both on the verge of falling.
So he lets himself love Anakin a little more.
Still, he knows he shouldn’t.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. The spring in his Padawan’s
step is due to her, and the spring in his own is due to him.
Every smile thrown his way makes his heart stutter, and he’s
leaning more and more on jokes to cover the way his voice shakes and his breath
They’re a team now, so the Holonet calls them.
He likes that.
Even if he hates fighting, flying, and even leaving the Jedi
Temple, if he’s with Anakin, it’s okay.
He’s more than his Padawan, more than his fellow Jedi, more
than his friend, he loves him.
More than he should.
Dark and distant, he recalls, telling Anakin he thought he
might be the death of him. Maybe this is how he’ll die.
Consumed with love that cannot be.
What else could destroy him?