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Dec. 27th, 2023 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ihateflyingThe simple truth of this called to him. Even despair is attachment: it is a grip clenched upon pain.
Slowly, very slowly, Obi-Wan Kenobi remembered what it was to be a Jedi.
He leaned back in his chair and covered his face with both hands, inhaling a thin stream of air between his palms. Into himself with the air he brought pain and guilt and remorse and as he exhaled they drained away and vanished in the air.
He breathed out his whole life.
Everything he had done, everything he had been, friends and enemies, dreams and hopes and fears.
Empty, he found clarity. Scrubbed clean, the Force shone through him.
(Revenge of the Sith, Novelization, Matthew Stover)
