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Point Nine: Always remember those whom you've left behind.

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Obi-Wan stood at the gates that separated the lands of the living, and the world of the living... impaired. And he had purpose in being here. Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the most respected knights in all of history, was waiting.

He'd long lost track of how long he'd been here. Just as he'd lost track of how many of his friends had come to try to drag him away from his place of waiting. He was nearly sure that the only one who thought he hadn't gone completely insane was his Master.

They were all asking why he was waiting. All asking why the felt the need to stand so still. They told him that it was unnatural for even the most disciplined and heavily burdened Jedi Master to sit so still for so long. After all, anyone who knew him had reminded him, that even though his patience was revered throughout the order, even he preferred to be moving about and active.

Though if he was completely honest with himself, even he didn't know what he was waiting for.

"Obi-Wan?"

The knight felt little need to turn to face Anakin Skywalker. After all, his former padawan had come by the most often. "What is it, Anakin?" He asked kindly.

"... Master... come down for lunch with my family." Anakin breathed with the same hopeless optimism that had dragged him down so in life. "You have been a presence at that table for longer than the descendants of my own flesh and blood. Even my mother looks upon you as her kin. Solo... he'd love to have you there..."

Obi-Wan smiled at the mention of the youngest of the Skywalkers daughter's children, and the namesake of his grandfather. Slowly, as the former general pushed himself up from his position in front of the door of worlds, he barely heard Anakin's sigh of relief that somethings were still more important to him than... whatever it was that he was waiting for. That was until the Force began screaming at him to stay where he was, calling out to him to still in this most heinous form of treachery.

He let himself fall back into his former position with a solid thump.

"Master?" Anakin asked tentatively.

"Go on ahead." Obi-Wan told him settling back comfortably in the soft turf. "I'll be along shortly."

"Master-"

"I promise Anakin. I'll make it back home before dessert." Obi-Wan swore, and he was more than sure that he would be able to keep his word. "This is just something that I need to do."

Anakin sighed, as Obi-Wan placed a hand on his shoulder. "Trust in me brother." Obi-Wan asked of him. "Have I ever steered you wrong...?"

Looking into crystal eyes sadly, the chose one breathed only s single word. "No."

So Kenobi continued to sit... and to wait.

Just as he was beginning to wonder if he would be able to keep his promise, he felt it.

The gate that separated the realms opened, and Obi-Wan rose.

He blinked in confusion. For walking through the gate was none other than Anakin Skywalker. But that was impossible...

"Ben!"

And that was that.

"Luke!" The young-old man smiled, enveloping the boy who was once his charge into a hug. That was until he felt said brothers son hitting him over the back of his head. "Ouch." He grumbled.

"Serves you right for letting Father kill you!" Luke stated firmly. "You just wait until I get you and Yoda in a room together! You'll both be very, very, sorry."

Obi-Wan only laughed, and look the boy by the shoulder. "Speaking of your Father... He'll kill me-"

"Again." Luke reminded his mentor sharply.

"-If we don't get down to his little feast before he serves dessert. Besides, your Mother and Grandmother will be there-"

""W-What?" Luke sputtered. "Isn't this going a little fast?"

"-They've both been really anxious to meet you since and even before your father got here." Obi-Wan continued, as if his charge had never spoken. "Asking for the same stories to be told about you... And when I go to visit... both of them and your father as me to tell tales. Of all people to ask..."

"Ben?"

"Yes, Luke?"

"Can we please wait for dinner another time...? I don't think-"

Suddenly there was a crash of dishes, and Luke was encased in a strangely familiar set of arms. "Son..." And it seemed to both men that it was a whispered prayer more than a statement.

"Father..." Luke mumbled back, sinking, accepting and returning the embrace.

And then all doubts were forgotten.

Point Ten: always remember... When you join us... We never run out of time.

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